Into nerves
and cleaning up
ever nerves Into as beveled as the digit, then burn.
with a new youth itch
I gotta read electric view down your spoons
one eye of a cross legged serpent
come grabbing hoping the badly or worse
got bathed, mother stuck them into two pieces,
There is a place i cannot go anymore.
A place where memory drives ten- ton trucks down the streets recklessly and with violent intent.
Run over in plain sight, bothered by smoke and cold with rain on-top.
Foggy and damp, with bright and sunny aperture.
There is a place i cannot walk anymore.
Sidewalks bent and twisted out of shape from people running away.
Streets too narrow and steep to breathe.
I cannot stand small talk,
I cannot stand memory,
I cannot stand so i'll lay down like everyone else here.
My mouth makes sounds like a firing range.
But instead of bullets there's spit and instead of fire there's just air.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
Into nerves
and cleaning up
ever nerves Into as beveled as the digit, then burn.
with a new youth itch
I gotta read electric view down your spoons
one eye of a cross legged serpent
come grabbing hoping the badly or worse
got bathed, mother stuck them into two pieces,
There is a place i cannot go anymore.
A place where memory drives ten- ton trucks down the streets recklessly and with violent intent.
Run over in plain sight, bothered by smoke and cold with rain on-top.
Foggy and damp, with bright and sunny aperture.
There is a place i cannot walk anymore.
Sidewalks bent and twisted out of shape from people running away.
Streets too narrow and steep to breathe.
I cannot stand small talk,
I cannot stand memory,
I cannot stand so i'll lay down like everyone else here.
My mouth makes sounds like a firing range.
But instead of bullets there's spit and instead of fire there's just air.
