Poems from chelseazic
he was the sun
in my sky
in the middle of the
night
half-awake & dreary-eyed,
i called to him-
"fuck off, i'm trying to sleep"
(c.z...
i am only branches and leaves
you carved into my finite flesh
and still used my shade
took all i had
left me bare and petrified
i can give...
you've got a thirst
for fragile fallen fawns
the apathy in your eyes
speaks numbers in itself;
lucid monstrosity
(c.z.)
sometimes
i walk barefoot in the streets of queens
the smell of wet cement
is all but too familiar
to me
pile of dog shit on the...
tasted your cinnamon skin
and your nicotine teeth
like honey baby
your tongue was
stickyslipperysweet
you smell like cheap beer
and taste...