Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Bathroom Walls

(a found poem*)

Hello, Angel of my Nightmare
It's hollow in the marrow
Fourtie four dais left
To Write Love On Her Arms
Emo is over, you can all go home now.

*things written in the girl's stalls, artfully arranged by me*

1 comment:

  1. what?
    (i for got my log in a pass word...again)