TV personas
did me in
Fled my home
no shame to it
Confusion now
darkness now
Light displaced
stained mirror travesty
No images reflected
why can't I see my face?
Wander to a place not so sane
hoping to collect my thoughts
They went nomadic you see
can't say I blame them
No animosity in my harbor
no spite for the stoking
I arrive
somewhere faded
Somewhere incoherent
concrete flood gates
Mud waters for pooling
no cleanliness here
Dirt crusted and **** crops
Homeless sings songs to his reflection
pocket mirror extended
Strange vibes under a bridge
sings sighs to me
When I ask for the privilege
Submerged shopping cart
flipped and rusted
Stagnant breezes
why does one wheel still turn?
Ghosts floats past
faces framed and familiar
Turns to me and mouths
"Moonless motion makes room for madness"
My flight was real
urgency now
My inhibitions laugh
Echoed off shadowed archways
never looked back
I'm still running
All this trouble
Because I could not comprehend a world's corrupt catharsis
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
TV personas
did me in
Fled my home
no shame to it
Confusion now
darkness now
Light displaced
stained mirror travesty
No images reflected
why can't I see my face?
Wander to a place not so sane
hoping to collect my thoughts
They went nomadic you see
can't say I blame them
No animosity in my harbor
no spite for the stoking
I arrive
somewhere faded
Somewhere incoherent
concrete flood gates
Mud waters for pooling
no cleanliness here
Dirt crusted and **** crops
Homeless sings songs to his reflection
pocket mirror extended
Strange vibes under a bridge
sings sighs to me
When I ask for the privilege
Submerged shopping cart
flipped and rusted
Stagnant breezes
why does one wheel still turn?
Ghosts floats past
faces framed and familiar
Turns to me and mouths
"Moonless motion makes room for madness"
My flight was real
urgency now
My inhibitions laugh
Echoed off shadowed archways
never looked back
I'm still running
All this trouble
Because I could not comprehend a world's corrupt catharsis
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