julianbleach

More Bad Teenage Poetry: I found this one in an old notebook, no idea where or when I wrote it, but it still makes me laugh.

Hand in hand they walked
down darkened alley
in drunken states
she talked of vagina
he talked of salt
they looked at eachother and laughed
a smile, a moment
nothing more, nothing less
this is the essence of friendship
this is something beautiful