2016-02-20 - 2:01 p.m.
code a letter in lin drawings
delicate pencil tip tap dancing
edges of the ledger
its surface smooth skin
theres too many products for the
curation of my pores
to cover up scents and lotion away
the fading and grey
cant keep up with all the up keep
and keep up
im sobbing and I'm starving and I'm sorry
remembering the most broke and broken times of my life
last nite in dreams
and realzied w/o cared ones handouts
id been in breadlines or shelters or the streets
or a cascade of couches
that trickle down to the worst ones left
then kicked out and grouch
and surround the round about
til they're the only ones left
