Poetry Blog by .gray
Pall Mall Red Pixie
May 68 bottles break down these walls
Small but fragile doobie - the roach that burns my fingertips.
Uncomfortable positions but staying for the pleasure of conversations. Conversations that subtracts the 20 “CLASS A CIGARETTES” in one pack.
City slicker delves into a unfamiliar environment to leave the conscience, as a mecha...
Tuesday 21st May 2019 5:26 pm
Blue’s big pajama party (1999):
My first name worthless, last name nigger
It is engraved on the bullet that is to spiral into my strong and sturdy back
(A bird summers salts from my hand and all care is released)
I’ll bite the whip and throw the sack on to the dirt
I’m never going to know what’s it like to have ignorance while walking the streets
Tuesday 21st May 2019 5:14 pm