5-7-5: The Clichés Are True

“custom rubber stamps”

google tell me the answers

procrastination

so for months it’s been
margaritas, salted rim
stinging lips: but whose?

how is nougat so

fucking fluffy? i really

just want to tongue it

Ode to Vonnegut

graduate school i

wish i could quit you but i 

cannot so it goes

Dirty window panes

Match dirty gray clouds outside

It’s just a rental

this cat has no limbs

when he lays down on my bed

they all disappear

I don’t have time for

messing around anymore; 

leave me alone, please.

The Youth

I don’t get the youth

they are aliens to me

this must be the end