i like your way mother f****r

listen. when your brother and you are drinking - reading - doing drugs - and come from a midwest christian family...( wayte this has been done) then you come up with a poem like this....after smoking a bowl in your fathers garage...please note this is a m

i like your way mother f****r

you smell like the eternal piss of dreams

that wet my sleep with complexity

)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

breathless and shape less

you turn. face. a

mournful delight

 

...

glee glee what mockery

odored joy

criminal mystery

soul that be sorcery

""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""

and orthodox brambles

a twisting depth and slo-

mo

humming.

  and caressing.

the taboo.

...

i like your way mother f****r

 

i like your way mother f****r

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

we used to feed off each other ...even when it didn't make sense. there is an ocean of difference between us. a bond of pain and disease. but a connection that none have ever matched...even if it brought death and fights. he will always be my hero . my younger brother.

Reviews

[Karen666]

I like this poem..................mother f****r.........jaja sorry i just had to write this. :) I love this poem

[gibbonj]

younger brother here. what's this poem about anyway?