Love Poem: trash
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Written by: Blake Bourland

trash

Wow  that was a good one or was it number twelve?
Why is it that my inner critic sounds so much like Mark Imortell?
That’s the animal mint I’d guess
Just a loft in the spirits to put me in a slightly
twisted sort of perspective
and while I’m on the subject, can we please bring filth back as a contronym?
I just love the way that I can use it to describe a choclate brownie fudge sundae
or a slasher horror movie with hory teenagers in the woods
it’s filth
and somehow it defies all definition…
Decadence
somehow
synonomus