Blood blisters glaze like
Silver dollars on the skin;
Trading flesh for cash
–
And the fingers pulse
With weary impatience for
A life of less pain
–
unearthing poems
Blood blisters glaze like
Silver dollars on the skin;
Trading flesh for cash
–
And the fingers pulse
With weary impatience for
A life of less pain
–
Yep. The economy sucks and we’re all fucked.
Cracking me up… !
That’s why I’m starting a hippy commune and you’re all invited.
…Trading flesh for granola…
I’m in; you won me over with the seven syllables