A long twisted drag on my cigarette

and I am getting wasted by your bohemian kohl…

when you come…rain comes too, with the possibilities of wet forgotten nights. 

I am one thirsty annihilation here…

Your white chiffon over my young window pane…and I am being taken to the worshipping outlets.  

There’s style in your flamed ass…there’s home in your dumb breasts…

You fight and loose yourself into a lost seagull. 

And I can’t be the broken ocean to take you in, 

and let you masturbate in me. 

It’s late in the evening and I have been seeing the illusions of you since the afternoon…

Huh! A trip from one tough joint is my eulogy…

and here I am writing about seagulls and unrequited oceans.

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Painting: Henri Matisse.