[Converge Worlds] a poem

Don’t black out,
don’t pass out;
It’ll end our night,
pass hours into black ends,
when our sobriety returns us to
the estranged;
A mocha latte grande Starbucks mistress
drunkenly paired with a post-modern man,
who takes your panties & leaves your Prada


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]