i
found a love
her name
is...
she lives above me
and takes all my waste
with a quiet, constant
'screw you'
in the back of her mind.
well,
the past few days
i've been having
that same
quiet, constant thought.
remember
honey moons
never last long enough
Floyd Crenshaw
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-honeysuckle-moon/
