Too Old

Ode to rotting

ode to naked, labile moon

my dumpster diving sunflower remedy

I take my clothes off and hope for an antidote


Ode to nothing, because everything is good again

Ode to laugh tracks which become sinister

ode to

repressed memories and



criminal night life


I had a lobotomy

it was very


the smell of springtime

specifically May

purifies me

where do we stop, your greedy eye sockets

are filled with quicksand and



Big Victorian houses

seduce me

wherever I go.


About lisadivenuta

I live my life based on bathroom graffiti. ~live for the mad ones, dig everything!~ 21, girl, upstate but not real upstate New York View all posts by lisadivenuta

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