7
“Moby Dicks.”
“A whale is like heaven, dude.”
He tells me on the lawn
In his socks
With a joint
In the corner
Of his
Mouth.
“They are huge man,
Absolutely huge.
Always making this sound;”
As he continues to make the
Sound of a tuning fork
Mixed with a gun echo.
“Whales, man,
They are
like i imagine
Heaven.”
I agree with
A flick of my chin and take
Back the L.
He’s had enough.
"Ben Smith tries to write poems that make him sound witty and interesting but deep down, in the holes of holes, he is an insecure self absorbed cunt of a man with a porn problem. He even hides the fact he smokes from his parents. Rebel my ass."
