Good Luck Gloryhole

by Cori S.



In the dark at a bathroom stall

people meet and talk with their tongues

could you guess who they are

in the day? i can't say

don't wanna know



it's just

an impression of

who we are above

all those degenerate stuff

call me a gateway drug



In the park at a northside fence

people meet and dance with their tongues

did you think of me

where you lay? I don't care what they say

it's all okay



it's just

hard to swallow luck

sticky sour love

it makes you sick and shit

when morning comes it's done



it's just...

it's just...

it's just...