Saturday, April 28, 2007

Pathetic

i have become out of tune
grown cold to this shore
desires are strewn
like coins of a crack-whore

the sky isn't blue
it isn't more or less
i won't remember you
in my death

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I have always been your admirer, Ms.Djin.
I hear you are back in New York. Please give readings.
VM