Her eyes glaze - she's high, she cries
The tears well up inside and dry...

I see olive eyes and tan, tight thighs,
A made-up guise with black thigh highs...

She breathes "I love you," but needs...
And with her eyes on you, you can't help but lose...

When my filter starts to roam,
I overstate my undertones...

Back to the bourgeoisie, you'll keep a man down...

If you had many mouths to feed
And weren't well equipped to write or read...

Acquaintance made through common friend;
seat occupied in that friend's stead...

Epistemology defined, studies knowledge and...
One question, infinite answers, nerves exceedingly...

-------Closed-------
------lids bring...

Staring between window and chairs,
sits a women with dog shaped hair...

Crackles
heard from afar...

When I die, I will not be placed beside my pen,
nor will my soul dwindle on this petty earth...