Poems from meatloaf
Sitting in the dark.
Dreams vivd.
If only they were from the milk drank or the cheese eaten.
Much, much deeper in the soul, it leeches....
I buried the memory deep inside.
Three years too long.
Written in uncommon txt it marinates in my head.
The fiery red, and the hopeful...
gym, health, science
classes fill with that unforgettable stench of used textbooks
craterfaces and jockies
everyone with the same yet...