double helixes and concentric circles mean
nothing to the
artist's half-baked psychotic
plots. lines and lines and lines of everything
that never meant anything flow from
the tip of the mechanical pencil onto
low-quality atom-thin colorless paper. the
descriptions are too wordy and the plot
simply won't do. a stanza break doesn't
make any sense to fictional characters
in realistic settings, what with their
fairytale love stories and arguments
written in igpe atinle. face it honey,
your poetry sucks and no one
gives a damn.

a/n: Experiment of styles.
Search no.peace.los.angeles. I know it's nothing like hers but I tried at least, right?