Wednesday, February 2, 2011

TORN THOUGHTS By Jasen Sousa

TORN THOUGHTS


My heart stops,
I mourn
my own loss
as I am
swarmed by cops.

Messages from the stars
and the forms they take in corn crops.

Gangsters adorned
with glocks, stores advertising porn
to young kids hanging on blocks.

A young kid crossing the street
doesn’t see the speeding car.
They lean on the horn,
brakes on the car lock.

In comes a storm without warning,
people stranded on rooftops.
Little hungry, horny girls
turned on by cocks.

Never saving enough money,
babies are born to floss.
My words staked
and burned on a cross.




Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
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