Tuesday, November 13, 2007

A Poem

my stomach cramping, nauseous waves wash over me
i smell shit in the air and i think its the guy next to me
in another world we might be the best of friends, brothers
the here and now of my mind says to dwell on this moment
disect how i have processed the intaking of this shit like scent
i love to disect myself
thank you for the assist my shitty companion
i almost lost myself

-devon mahnken

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