while waiting for his death sebastian marcos smith complains
mikeswanberg
This room is too stuffy it smells like shoes
Not leather shoes a boy has been working in
And worse the television is stuck fuck
These little nurses prancing by distant as clouds
Com here little girl let me slide my snakes tongue
Oh nevermind give me a handful of pills doctor’s orders
My heart has been killing me my entire life
How about a burger and fries do you hear me out there
I press the button someone comes I press it and hold it down
Nothing
My feet are cold
Where the hell are my shoes?
1 Comments:
At first I didn't like it. Then I read it again, and I like that it jumps from nowhere to everywhere to burgers and fries to oh shit I'm dying, and keep writing like this, I think you're getting out of your own way, it will only get clearer and more alive from here.
--Amy
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