Hurricane Mathew
I ask a third or fourth time,
When is it supposed to hit?
I ask
one second time later
But it's the
New day
Not a one
And not a
crucial
piercing
blue day
A simple tiny little
You
Day
Reformat
My mind from memories
Thinking then
Then the thought
making steps
a bit more pleasant
Healing the try and burning the gauze
For a brighter
(And th3n)
purified future
The outcome father,
Has me quoting melodies
Closing my eyes
So that now I am seeing
My childhood's house burn
I chew the candy now
Pink...
... moving lobes
Moving...
the boys scratching your newly
(Insert ****** possibly insectuous) painted siding
And that wasn't remembering
That was
(Or is it now)
Over and over
And it's over
Oh so oh oh
I mix my mediums
You've made a mistake
I mixed my mediums
Betrayed by blood magic
A sequence of sounds
The pen
A barn
And my
((And mine alone))
Crystallization
.
I wondered once
And surfed
I lied once
And shivered
I woke up
And spoke once
A pool of blood
((Nurses telling you))
It's a lot of blood
And the drummers shake
My death
My . .
I wish to say
My pen leaks
Wish and pray because of Saturday
So today I stay
A madman
Oh...
so
mad
Man
Breathe wind breathe .
Breathing.
Win.
Win but breathe.
The shorter term breeze
And you'd say (I hope)
There he goes again.
Argh she blows.
Again.
And I continue this
A death without
A death tasting oh but so foul
Picture me as I stay asleep
A microphone's pop
Ad
And the sweetest feeling of kissing me
Not knowing
I cramp too soon
And I hide
bug poison
In my thinning hair
But what is that?
Virulity is
And power....
And all of this....
It is abracadabra
It is alakazam.
Life is a few minced words..
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
Hurricane Mathew
I ask a third or fourth time,
When is it supposed to hit?
I ask
one second time later
But it's the
New day
Not a one
And not a
crucial
piercing
blue day
A simple tiny little
You
Day
Reformat
My mind from memories
Thinking then
Then the thought
making steps
a bit more pleasant
Healing the try and burning the gauze
For a brighter
(And th3n)
purified future
The outcome father,
Has me quoting melodies
Closing my eyes
So that now I am seeing
My childhood's house burn
I chew the candy now
Pink...
... moving lobes
Moving...
the boys scratching your newly
(Insert ****** possibly insectuous) painted siding
And that wasn't remembering
That was
(Or is it now)
Over and over
And it's over
Oh so oh oh
I mix my mediums
You've made a mistake
I mixed my mediums
Betrayed by blood magic
A sequence of sounds
The pen
A barn
And my
((And mine alone))
Crystallization
.
I wondered once
And surfed
I lied once
And shivered
I woke up
And spoke once
A pool of blood
((Nurses telling you))
It's a lot of blood
And the drummers shake
My death
My . .
I wish to say
My pen leaks
Wish and pray because of Saturday
So today I stay
A madman
Oh...
so
mad
Man
Breathe wind breathe .
Breathing.
Win.
Win but breathe.
The shorter term breeze
And you'd say (I hope)
There he goes again.
Argh she blows.
Again.
And I continue this
A death without
A death tasting oh but so foul
Picture me as I stay asleep
A microphone's pop
Ad
And the sweetest feeling of kissing me
Not knowing
I cramp too soon
And I hide
bug poison
In my thinning hair
But what is that?
Virulity is
And power....
And all of this....
It is abracadabra
It is alakazam.
Life is a few minced words..
Tragedy
