Way past delusional,
I drove, forced down
into ********** by noon,
almost ass-raped by that suppressing sun-God.
And I saw something
confusing, but all to truthful.
A Boeng was coming in for a safe-landing,
strafing the sky,
when a Raven dropped from dim heaven
and got ****** into the turbines.
Crimson-mist, across the sky,
and my car as black as a feather.
I rumbled down this carbon-dioxide tunnel,
crying over love, heartbreak,
too drunk to be alive and
still trying to live,
and you know what,
I have nothing
and I wished that somebody
would hit me.
I don't know
if I'm gonna make it back. I need to be more tipsy
than just this.
There's a girl
gonna be in my bed tonight,
who's boyfriend used to strangle her
something crazy
when they'd fight.
GOD,
I could die in her
red-black hair with its pulverizing smell.
I wish I could offer her something more
at four in the morning, when she cries
and I just grab her close--
never knowing a thing
about anything.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
Way past delusional,
I drove, forced down
into ********** by noon,
almost ass-raped by that suppressing sun-God.
And I saw something
confusing, but all to truthful.
A Boeng was coming in for a safe-landing,
strafing the sky,
when a Raven dropped from dim heaven
and got ****** into the turbines.
Crimson-mist, across the sky,
and my car as black as a feather.
I rumbled down this carbon-dioxide tunnel,
crying over love, heartbreak,
too drunk to be alive and
still trying to live,
and you know what,
I have nothing
and I wished that somebody
would hit me.
I don't know
if I'm gonna make it back. I need to be more tipsy
than just this.
There's a girl
gonna be in my bed tonight,
who's boyfriend used to strangle her
something crazy
when they'd fight.
GOD,
I could die in her
red-black hair with its pulverizing smell.
I wish I could offer her something more
at four in the morning, when she cries
and I just grab her close--
never knowing a thing
about anything.
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