the last good dream
it’s like when warm water and soap
meets a fresh wound for the first
time
a hot flash of neon before lifeless
dull eyes
search for the love of your life at
the bottom of a river
remember the last good dream
you had and exactly where you
wanted to die
laugh at all the times the world
told you no
buy a ridiculous hat and pretend
that you’re the next big thing
from france
with what little spanish you
remember from high school,
order something to drink that
won’t kill us
the madness in your eyes is
nothing compared to what still
beats in your heart
we’re all going to die one day
let it be as glorious as you want
write it in the clouds and let it
fade away
like love
like hope
like innocence on a sunny day
Horror Sleaze Trash 