Thrystan

I believe in everything you do not
believe it’s too late to get shot
in the foot
running out of kerosene
we cannot fly any more
running out of obscene
i can’t be a whore

extension of my being
prostethic of my core
forget me not or something
remember when I’m gone

sunset is an end
of the day that starts
with a sun that rises
too many miles away to be hot

not a cure
not disease
not impure
not a tease
not a heart
and not a smile
not a card
and not a style
not a kiss
and not a slap
not a poem
not some crap
not for me
and nut for you
nothing goes away
when blue