McKinley

McKinley Aug 2014

My devils make good impressions,
Scoring me high-ranking relations
with those of hereditary positions.
The fuel that sustains my First Class livin'
is their series of sinning
like the wagers I'm winnin',
and eluding from arrest for the felony of larceny,
and disporting Molly's spellbinding potency.
My lovin' is expensive
and luckily not at all pensive
Play, though cards are folded
Love, though fingers are crossed
Dance, though eyes are closed

McKinley Jun 2014

all without a hat

He had a fan in the window
and my figure standin on his bed
in a not much of a room
he had a certain obligation to keep the music playin
in the back ground
with my back down
on his bed in a not much of a room
I think he might have liked my puerile, sometimes-nervous company
when he was laughing by my side next to me
there a part of ourselves got exhumed
in the not much of a room.

McKinley Dec 2013

youll want more

Love is makin its way into the backseat. We've got no reason to take things seriously. The way we talk we keep it discreet, but the actions fly impetuously.

McKinley Dec 2013

The world is lonely enough, but sure, make it lonelier

I'm disassembling my skeleton and rearranging the bones. Building myself into something that will be immune to sticks and stones. replacing my eyes with glass, so that there will be a mirror-effect. so no one gets the chance to see the soul that I protect.

McKinley Dec 2013

Stepped out

in and out of being steady.
now ill sneak out your back door,
with a stern look in the eyes.
leave for a couple hundred years.
with our sentiments undefined.

McKinley Dec 2013

superfluous time

I slept with silence, the peace was something of a new. completely out of mind was everything ive gotten into. things haven't turned out the way the child from the past planned who would have wanted to dream of a day where one no longer believed in the promised land. if i wake up in the same bed i fell asleep in how can i ever feel like im getting somewhere

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