Monday, February 7, 2011


oh arrogant
ghost of social
nights blindly spent --

how it went:

entwined, the holy echoes
of girls, imagined
moans of misspent

youth. egos together
like gelatin, nerves
quivering, flesh left

exposed to the search-
lights. police, action, "i only
pried her top off

moments before
you arrived."

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