a city made of snow
built on pulverized chemical bliss,
i find this
or that,

i eat candy that lays
bitter and ecstatic
on my tongue
until the roll takes the metallic
tint away,
and then i let the music scintillate
my hip rotation,

i dream in opiate
and everything slows
and the smile smears across
my sweat slicked face,
in the streets of
Need.

09/08/2010

Posted on 09/08/2010
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