Haiku

Unvirgin Poem #1
I was never a
flower or a garden. I
was just an ashtray.


The Rooms
A God of my own
understanding seems to be
unattainable.


Meth
Would you sell your teeth
for pleasures unmatched by a
single man on earth?


Feminine
Rotten flowers grow,
reeking of bloody perfume,
and he knows just where.


Ex-girlfriend poem no. Whatever
Bathtub full of blood
and I would do anything
just to be with her.

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