Misc. Lines

Summoning demon-spawn with the help of virgins
as ‘The Libertines’ play.

This is a Sunday.


In dark glasses with your hair still curly and some
woman, the surprise is palpable. After all,

wouldn’t you have called if you wanted to see me?


You hated pants too.

You aren’t tone deaf. Never stop singing.

There is a light on in my room.


Saw you today.
And God,
that took my
breath away.


Tattooed girls jog down my street. Now you brag
about your neighborhood. That’s how this convo goes.

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