I want to talk to you, now
that the sadness is thickening
in the air, now
that I begin to flee the night
Somber rue settles, ergot
of rye: i feel a blackened wheat,
I feel contorted,
and worn, crumpled, contaminated
crude
now, I am past again, i am
faint, fossil, begone from the city
I roll in little tremors
through sandpaper streets
a
frantic brushwork of the winds
I am canvas, paint, the face I hate
a feeble cry
of the stray cats in crooks
you
you make me so, so thin
I buzz a wasp in my sleep, i begin
to hate the sleep
I don't... I don't want to sleep
I want to disappear tonight
I want to talk to you
Mar 27, 2023
Mar 27, 2023 at 10:24 PM UTC
I want to talk to you, now
that the sadness is thickening
in the air, now
that I begin to flee the night
Somber rue settles, ergot
of rye: i feel a blackened wheat,
I feel contorted,
and worn, crumpled, contaminated
crude
now, I am past again, i am
faint, fossil, begone from the city
I roll in little tremors
through sandpaper streets
a
frantic brushwork of the winds
I am canvas, paint, the face I hate
a feeble cry
of the stray cats in crooks
you
you make me so, so thin
I buzz a wasp in my sleep, i begin
to hate the sleep
I don't... I don't want to sleep
I want to disappear tonight
I want to talk to you
19/03/2023
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