A Penchant Poem

I see trees
I taste social disease
I sit at the bay
I feel gray
Maybe it's suicide squeeze play

I like this girl
Messed up hair with pin curl
Her existence is sentient
She got me a penchant
Trenchant distinction
Her resistence makes me skip distance

I kiss her lips
In total eclipse
We drunk
In pullmonary trunk
And smell like a skunk

I try to commit
But fuck it
I vomit

Monday, February 16th