
Author
Poet
Screenwriter
Hoodlum
Breeze Vincinz
BREEZE LOVE SOUL
PERFECTLY EVIL
© Breeze Vincinz
We fight to fuck
Then fuck to fight
Not sure where the bruises came from
From sunrise to moonrise
From Tennessee to Hennessey
Chasing ourselves, we can't run
I say to-may-to
You say to-mah-to
But neither wants to make the sauce
You say neurotic
I say alcoholic
But neither wants to claim the source
We would be perfect
If we were different people
Today, fucked up together
Today, perfectly evil
Doing damage to our cores
Our empathies crippled
Today, fucked up together
Today, perfectly evil
Today we reminisce
The rug over garbage
Walk over and forget what's underneath
Beautiful hologram
of my most beautiful man
A little light would destroy the deceit
We're so good together
O.G. court jesters
Wrote the book on the games these boys play
You say fiction
I say addiction
Then sweep under the rug and away
We would be perfect
If we were different people
Today, fucked up together
Today, perfectly evil
Pain tattooed on our hearts
What elixir is in the needle
Today, fucked up together
Today, perfectly evil
Something’s familiar
Like a friend or foe
It smells like the truth
It tastes like the cold
Who would be righteous
who be to blame
When we’re both addicted
to this love and pain
We would be perfect
If we were different people
Today, fucked up together
Today, perfectly evil
Our Heaven is Hell
Can't be with other people
Today, fucked up together
Today, perfectly evil
This is the second poem I wrote in this series about my first Los Angeles love. The first being “Unbruised Man,” which was filled with optimism for a remotely sane “happy ending.” Unfortunately, we ended up smack dab in the intention of this poem of two people in love with the habit of hating each other. There are many things I miss about being in my twenties. That crazy Romeo & Juliet-type love is not one of them.
Writer's Notes
Writer's Notes
This is the second poem I wrote in this series about my first Los Angeles love. The first being “Unbruised Man,” which was filled with optimism for a remotely sane “happy ending.” Unfortunately, we ended up smack dab in the intention of this poem of two people in love with the habit of hating each other. There are many things I miss about being in my twenties. That crazy Romeo & Juliet-type love is not one of them.







