Monday, April 18, 2011

aftertastes 2

i'm not sure how you love me

don't i leave a bad taste?

(the taste of a girl in your mouth -

it always made me think

of long nights with vodka

and chicken nuggets)

the taste of death

and worthless oblivion

with that in your mouth

how do you look at me in the morning?

1 comment:

  1. Now if love ended in kissing you might well have a problem.