Poetry

It’s the Person you like the Least, who Stares Back at you the Most

Two roads diverged in a wood….Man, Fuck Robert Frost, I drink and don’t give a god damn about the nature scene.

Poem by The Dime Store Casanova - jsonnenblick88@gmail.com Doodle by Billy Roids

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Street corner loving, somewhere between the buildings that house the cheap suits,

I see a serious calamity in the manner of speech, you speak.

You speak, then i speak, then i speak, and you won’t ever speak again.

The bottom of the bottle is top dollar in the emotional stock market rollercoaster we call earth.

You find the nothing in everyone, and you absorb the everything from no one, call it philosophy.

Two roads diverged in a wood….Man, Fuck Robert Frost, I drink and don’t give a god damn about the nature scene.

Loud in movie theaters, and singing the praises of the lord on some train car.

The light is out on our love.

The love is the brown bag euphoric, only drowning, only breathing.

As you see yourself, thats what you are.

You

might

not

find

a

better

angle, then the degrees you stand behind at this moment.

You

might not find another moment.

You might not find

You might not

You might…

You.

One Response to “It’s the Person you like the Least, who Stares Back at you the Most”

  1. Ebuuu says:

    This is great writing. Thank you.