1/15/2015
sitting behind the shed at the seminary
where we'd rolled off together for the first
time that night in the fall
but that's another story.
stolen lighter flick,
first hit's my honor
and soon my manibular ramus
is reaching towards orion's belt and
i realize with that it's your
favorite constellation and I think about how
I Have To Laugh plays, the Fleetwood mac
hurting the crests of my pink pulled lungs
swaying said manible to the slowly winding
upriver bass remember when LSD was legal?
she says and they used to test it on citizens?
it rips up through my own breath with the
guitar mucking creshendo and the words
it's over, it's all over and i'm glad to be free
and i laugh, i cannot stop it,
i look up at your favorite constellation
we promised we'd look at at the same time
at new years and i feel very bad because it
is a long time ago perhaps even two weeks,
and the tobbaconist laughs when we ask for Ozium
and I feel bad i don't think of you that often
but then i stand up and say to my friends
hey where you going i'm hungry
and then the fleetwood mac's a story
on itself from the past and i feel my
legs growing on and i realize feeling guilt
because of you
is thinking of you
and i feel a bit better about myself
and dismiss it completely
and keep walking
making sure to cut across Alexander Hall
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
1/15/2015
sitting behind the shed at the seminary
where we'd rolled off together for the first
time that night in the fall
but that's another story.
stolen lighter flick,
first hit's my honor
and soon my manibular ramus
is reaching towards orion's belt and
i realize with that it's your
favorite constellation and I think about how
I Have To Laugh plays, the Fleetwood mac
hurting the crests of my pink pulled lungs
swaying said manible to the slowly winding
upriver bass remember when LSD was legal?
she says and they used to test it on citizens?
it rips up through my own breath with the
guitar mucking creshendo and the words
it's over, it's all over and i'm glad to be free
and i laugh, i cannot stop it,
i look up at your favorite constellation
we promised we'd look at at the same time
at new years and i feel very bad because it
is a long time ago perhaps even two weeks,
and the tobbaconist laughs when we ask for Ozium
and I feel bad i don't think of you that often
but then i stand up and say to my friends
hey where you going i'm hungry
and then the fleetwood mac's a story
on itself from the past and i feel my
legs growing on and i realize feeling guilt
because of you
is thinking of you
and i feel a bit better about myself
and dismiss it completely
and keep walking
making sure to cut across Alexander Hall