There,
the beautiful one
perched atop her
barfly throne.
She
of the napkin flirt,
vicious child
dulled by god.
I
of the barfly throne
bastard saint,
lost the day.
Barfly
8 years ago
in#poetry
2 Comments
There,
the beautiful one
perched atop her
barfly throne.
She
of the napkin flirt,
vicious child
dulled by god.
I
of the barfly throne
bastard saint,
lost the day.