am i a little bit nutty
just a wee *** of crazy
warped, maybe.
But no sugar, please
this cafe full of clowns,
drones, on an awning of sounds
i yawn when I'm sick
till my stomach sits
nausea won't close my eyes
I'll stare at the nothing,
an eternal sky
feel myself break into atoms
one by one
neglected by realness
lost in my own particles until I am all prickles
evaporated and dry.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
am i a little bit nutty
just a wee *** of crazy
warped, maybe.
But no sugar, please
this cafe full of clowns,
drones, on an awning of sounds
i yawn when I'm sick
till my stomach sits
nausea won't close my eyes
I'll stare at the nothing,
an eternal sky
feel myself break into atoms
one by one
neglected by realness
lost in my own particles until I am all prickles
evaporated and dry.
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