distortion in grove

distortion in grove

A Poem by winter;lyra

you won't be
a thousand miles away
from another lover
sauna dweller
your hellenistic bribe
too old for this tribe
inquire no less
than a dime in the sewer
out of your reach
but a kick to your greed
no flex on these streets
queer as we go
no meat in the oven
but we had them boys
thirst for these pills

distortion in grove

© 2019 winter;lyra


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Added on February 24, 2019
Last Updated on February 24, 2019