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He scares away crows but he doesn’t scare me. (A poem.)

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he’s a man

but really

he’s sarcasm.

lanky, underfed, patched whole with drugs.

he scares away crows but he doesn’t

scare me. i’ll pay for that later.

but sunsets sitting in a haze of

hallucinogenics and stimulants never

felt so right, i can’t ask more.

i don’t want more.

not here. not in this place.

when my feet touch the earth

and my mind descends from

wherever heaven it convinced itself

that it was in, then…maybe.

but broken things can’t be bought

so may i burn before i hit the atmosphere.

k.l.j.

Author's Note

Criticism and feedback much appreciated!