Roan Writes Poetry... for Tuesday, November 18, 2003

LOBOTOMIZED LIBIDO Please don't want me when you're drunk. Your inept fingers, like a cold marriage, Touch everything wrong. The sour breath from your lungs casting off Poison is like acid rain on my heart. It is sickening sweet like rotting meat And I want to turn away. Your knowledge of my body... Sign in to see full entry.