Tuesday 7 February 2012

day thirty eight.

i never would have gone
for a scent
like that.
i would have walked in
and gone straight to the
chemical sluts
and if i did
perchance
pass by that one
i would have thought it
too sophisticated for me
back then.
but maybe i am a little bit
more sophisticated
right now.
but not too much so.
the crystal ball bottle
yells fancy but
the broken pump
is more me.
maybe i am just a
broken crystal
waiting to be found
in this dump of society,
wanting to just come off as
emotionally androgynous,
wanting to stink out
the purses
of something other
than just money.
i'm just a
stink water soul.

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