Mark's Pages
September 23, 2010:
Martyr to her own beauty and the cruelty of others.
She stood in a shadow and watched me intently.
She wrote me a poem on a grocery bag, and borrowed my Rimbaud.
We all got drunk and went home alone.
Martyr to her own beauty and the cruelty of others.
She stood in a shadow and watched me intently.
She wrote me a poem on a grocery bag, and borrowed my Rimbaud.
We all got drunk and went home alone.