April 24, 2017: Pixie Dust & Bong Hotels

Love is fairy tale shit. 
Desire and lust
fly out the window
Pixie dust. 

Your eyes, lips
they tell a story
of the late hotel stays
and the bong you hide. 

I faint
within my head
skipping lyrics
play dead.

He strolls
on wheels
all the while
I am out
with his friend.