Pale Walls – a poem about………
I get all, distorted as you stare at pale walls what an obscure numb forcing me down into the dirt
You like me, distorted aroused when I hurt such a strange dead buzz holding tight as you fade into the dirt
We’re entwined and, distorted our faces blur into new colours then I laugh at your frustration as we swim into the dirt
Times up, distorted your makeup is smeared my clothes are a mess this crazy ride crashes into the dirt.