artichokegirl83

Couldn't stay away from suicidegirls! Last year of college and there is no one to cuddle with. I hate my life. I look like an alien in my profile picture. no one reads this thing. i am horny. fuckin hormones. i am an awkward swearer. Here is a poem:

East London

Ash falls like snow here
and dirt crowds into the
corduroy of tree bark like
the families in the broken
windowed flat: double bolted.
Obese pigeons ravage festering
chicken wings with greasy beaks.
Hippy black women suck from
crack pipes beside red phone booths
while Indian men mumble sweet
obscenities in corner off licenses
where king size rolling papers
come with an eighth of mary jane.
Dripping doner melts off of metal
stakes like a kings sacrifice on
the Tower of Londons gate.
Empty vodka bottles roll into
incoming traffic- even inanimate
objects feel the smog of not enough.
I watch uniformed black children
kicking cans in an empty lot,
it is no wonder they play with garbage
when nothing is provided. One
white boy watches from an orphaned
plastic chair.
Wooden chip forks and used teabags
clog the gutters, as a blackened
pigeon pecks at a bloated breast.


someone come make out with me. and this pirate