Visions,
smoke rings and grocery lists,
ovaries to kicks;
prisons of genetic streaming.
Kings dream of thieves
and thieves dream of
learning shinier schemes.
Laugh when the moon
sings eternally.
Laugh when spoonfuls of sense
are lifted by my shaking hand.
Laugh when anyone spits into
the abyss forever at their feet.
Laugh when the prismatic facsimiles
of mastery are scattering in the winds of change.
Laugh like it's the last cadaver stacked.
No scavengers.
No glass to crack.
No Saturn's curse.
None of that.
So laugh.
Laugh like the mad ********
you act like only exist
in past saturdays spent
in the bastion that was your grandmother's backyard.
Laugh.
Please, for fuck's sake, laugh.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 4:18 AM UTC
Visions,
smoke rings and grocery lists,
ovaries to kicks;
prisons of genetic streaming.
Kings dream of thieves
and thieves dream of
learning shinier schemes.
Laugh when the moon
sings eternally.
Laugh when spoonfuls of sense
are lifted by my shaking hand.
Laugh when anyone spits into
the abyss forever at their feet.
Laugh when the prismatic facsimiles
of mastery are scattering in the winds of change.
Laugh like it's the last cadaver stacked.
No scavengers.
No glass to crack.
No Saturn's curse.
None of that.
So laugh.
Laugh like the mad ********
you act like only exist
in past saturdays spent
in the bastion that was your grandmother's backyard.
Laugh.
Please, for fuck's sake, laugh.
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