GinArts

gimme all of your touch, taste and CHA-CHING! $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ money isn't everything, it makes me sad but i want to feel in control of something; watch all of your hard work disappear i was lying, i don't care about the cash (just burn it all) i don't care about your diamond ring that you pre- ordered last july, i don't care about the camaro, why would you work for materialism, we all die poor anyways boys, boys, thinking i'm their toy; "dolly, darling, will you marry me?" no because you can't take me to paradise, that place on the highway, middle of the desert y cubano lies, show me gas stations, motel races, (no r

And you are gone. And the people here would not recognise you. You, who simply stood up from the winter ground and existed. You, who lived too long in the countryside of your body. One night, you loved me and your mouth burst like a fruit, too soon, too soon. You are gone, but still deliver the same madness to me that Spring brings for flowers. I think about where you put away your sadness: a country of snow. I want to lie down there, like an animal. I could live for days beneath your frozen body of water.