Bullshit
love on the fence
depends
on the wood splintered face
of generic trends
holy GOD of UP-ends,
LISTEN
there are suspenders
tripping my mind
the kind
that take you back
simple truth,
your youth
when the understanding of
YOU,
not me
to be
JUST
a person
who is KIND
I think,
that may be
ENOUGH...
to blow your mind.
