outpouring

by Yabyum

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-01-16 17:07:00


she has my notebooks and i need them back
full of the last 8 years
i dropped em on her doorstep
drunk and crying
screaming
here in ink
flows the soul of your son
you can have em
the pain i want to no longer read


now its a year later and i want them back
i called
she said come get em
i dont wanna see her
but i need my words to be with me

gonna stay sober
just alittle reefer
calm me down
last time i saw her i reached for a smoke she thought i had a gun
here i go