A short poem about cutting people off.
Author's Note: A raw, short poem about cutting people off I did some time ago.
From now on we never stick to names
We only stick to code
Samurai movies 'till my blood geysers erorde
Not free of sin, no muscles on these throws
Yet casting all these woes
Bambo in the abdomen
Tiger in the cage, exit strategy change
You saved my life and now want to play it down like childs play
It's that sedative that stung
Piercing silence, Memoria, Apichatpong
The faucet facing spider, consumed by her hatchlings
I would have dropped dead before I loosen these strings
I painted charcoal paintings, you keept messing with fairy dusts
Burned the rotten flesh away, but now I realize what part I was.