hey, where are you from?
from wasted youth.
i am from a mad sad youth, from
dreams covered in mist, from old
broken homes, from funeral sobs
and weathered books, from empty
seashells, from crushed memories
and faded photographs, from moon-
light scars and rainbow moans, from
untamed flowers to infernos, from
childish fears and "Berlin Wall"
barriers, from moments of glee to
months of melancholy, from a place
that reeked of loneliness and dead
naked bodies, from post-orgasm
fucks, from beautiful screams, from
this & that & there & nowhere &
did i scare you away?
no, i don't think so. at least not yet.