“i remember el salvador, /n it’s horse shit, like i tell you. i stopped chasing the messiahs /n madonnas - wised up, set myself straight. i’ve laid em /n balled em in every half-way house south of biloxi, every 10 cent bed west of tulsa, fucked /n slobbered myself stupid on swingsets, greyhounds /n gas station floors the world over. i’ve split em in half from head to ass in elevator shafts, plus-size fitting rooms, in the lobbies of sheraton inns /n kfc parking lots - fucked em everywhere every way that i could. someone else can fuck em now. i’m done w/ el salvador. i know her militias her perfume, munitions, her missing hubcaps /n posters of paris. i know her goyas, her barricades, her paintboxes /n bookshelves of baudelaire, her banners, her bullshit /n paris can keep her.” PoetryEl SalvadorMillennial Poets Book:6 weeks of white castle /n rust Source: 6 weeks of white castle /n rust
“no one tells you rome is ending until you're the last one standing alone in a coliseum where a city had been.” Poetry QuotesAncient RomeChanging Times Book:6 weeks of white castle /n rust Source: 6 weeks of white castle /n rust