Friday, March 20, 2009

poetry is for queers

'i loved you when we first met
because ive known you before
and my wounds still weep under your touch

ive watched all ive known and loved be eroded by cancer
but still believe in the dreams that dance in your palms'

1 comment:

budz said...

what you serve time for bro?
fuck the pigs mate
never get caught again