Psychic by KE
Springing air thick
w/ poetrees green cum=
a tear welled yest wishing
bachs b-day==
Monday more===
Even the cabbies
Limn scabies
& drive th itch
~ Lang
BEE-LINE
it isn’t the journey after all;
it really is the destination
heart the odometer
ticking off the miles
each revolution of rubber
against hard surfaces
making my fires hotter
making them smoke, baby
you are my exit sign
this is where I get off
~ Borsenik