hloupy74

The dreaming never stops
I live for the next
The wings of moths have the capacity
To hold or capture

Our drinks and dreams live

My life is often lived on a blinking light
I see that I am bound by language
Language makes me look further

Chapped lips and sour lips
Longing for time spent on highways

Happy hour disenfranchised

Then finding the south
Then finding bad teeth
That wish they were good