New
Bluelight Crew
Blowing hard like a chain-smoker,
rotted past his prime.
Corotted thought bleeding
into my days, screeching
down
my brain.
It's cool, but it's not.
Pulsing and melting
all that is into flame-broiled
denial, trying to forget
details and debaucheries,
raucous and ribald horrors
committed and callously
kept in my keep, my
rotting retention of
memories malicious.
rotted past his prime.
Corotted thought bleeding
into my days, screeching
down
my brain.
It's cool, but it's not.
Pulsing and melting
all that is into flame-broiled
denial, trying to forget
details and debaucheries,
raucous and ribald horrors
committed and callously
kept in my keep, my
rotting retention of
memories malicious.
