Wasting Around: Traditions in Verses

Wasting Around: Traditions in Verses Will you forget everything I said? Fly-by through the empty pale slime structures with rusty hands and bloody shoes. Closing paths, the dirt, the rust… Crushing flowers between our fingers. We are carefully throwing stones to the river, examining reflections of long-lost whispers. It’s inevitable to come closer. Feel the dirt, touch the dirt, be the dirt. Moving slowly, shivering worms and butterflies. Everything is crushing into dust-like crystals of hope. Have the shakes, be steady. This too shall pass away. The dirt we were raised on unfairly swallowing us. Everything around you is listening. Hate/love Picking petals one by one She loves me not, she loves so Playing with that cat one night - eating leftover chicken on the empty parking lot, silence at the slippery floors. S(l)oapy lovers aftermath. Drinking pizza over midnight cry sessions. Sleepovers and leftovers, we run through them like it’s forever. Dress sexy at my funeral and we can still be sort of friends. Hate/love. Love/Hate. Love Feel the dirt. Touch the dirt. Be the bird. (Nik) A apple pie B Bit it C Cut it F Fought for it G Got it H Had it J Jab it ( jumped for it) K Knelt for it Looming Meek Nibbler Oaf