Oct 2013
it's hot in a restaurant with the strangers you've since been stranded with
(look! You Finally Did It!)
and everybody knows your name but the symbolism of individualized letters with glottal stops and teeth-******* pauses and dyslexic lingering lisps is lost on them, they have their own letters to think about, don't you know?
(hundreds of pillows fly out my ears in increasing sizes, so i must be dreaming - Right?)
Yahtzee! Soccer! Give it the old college try!
(abstract oils crash and burn in a watchtower atop of your New Life)
It's Something to do with your Mouth, It's Something to do with your Hands, but we couldn't tell you why $2.50 wasted matters more than four months and the casual flinging of my (god forbid)
i n n o c e n c e
(you're happy and i'm unconscious, so in theory we're on the same wavelength - Right?)
can you assure me that everyone has two decades of nauseating mediocrity
or no - is it just me?
we Need coffee! we Need love! dread has to be evenly distributed - don't leave your years of it at my door!
(i don't want anybody's advice unless it's on how to fashion a fully-functioning noose)
tiny lips and long socks - i can't stop being in love with the whole two-eye/two-ear/nose/mouth ordeal but i'm utterly left-handed in my lust and i swear to god both hands are empty - but that's something else entirely
(back to where we started from, in bleeding headlights swimming on deserted streets)
'just wanted to throw an XO your way' say the eyes of every crossword connection i bend over backwards to trying to cater it to my thoughts of you
(For Sale: a storage unit of journals filled with sketches of you - it's pink and mushy and curled inside my head, if you're into that)
and it's only when we're in a bed together at 3:26 AM that belongs to neither you or me that i can consciously eliminate emptied emotions and neatly file them onto typeface notes hidden in bouquets decorating the dismal-ities of my freshly-planted tombstone
(fuse our bodies together and let's make this sarcophagus a necrophilia-polis)
(look! You Finally Did It!)
and everybody knows your name but the symbolism of individualized letters with glottal stops and teeth-******* pauses and dyslexic lingering lisps is lost on them, they have their own letters to think about, don't you know?
(hundreds of pillows fly out my ears in increasing sizes, so i must be dreaming - Right?)
Yahtzee! Soccer! Give it the old college try!
(abstract oils crash and burn in a watchtower atop of your New Life)
It's Something to do with your Mouth, It's Something to do with your Hands, but we couldn't tell you why $2.50 wasted matters more than four months and the casual flinging of my (god forbid)
i n n o c e n c e
(you're happy and i'm unconscious, so in theory we're on the same wavelength - Right?)
can you assure me that everyone has two decades of nauseating mediocrity
or no - is it just me?
we Need coffee! we Need love! dread has to be evenly distributed - don't leave your years of it at my door!
(i don't want anybody's advice unless it's on how to fashion a fully-functioning noose)
tiny lips and long socks - i can't stop being in love with the whole two-eye/two-ear/nose/mouth ordeal but i'm utterly left-handed in my lust and i swear to god both hands are empty - but that's something else entirely
(back to where we started from, in bleeding headlights swimming on deserted streets)
'just wanted to throw an XO your way' say the eyes of every crossword connection i bend over backwards to trying to cater it to my thoughts of you
(For Sale: a storage unit of journals filled with sketches of you - it's pink and mushy and curled inside my head, if you're into that)
and it's only when we're in a bed together at 3:26 AM that belongs to neither you or me that i can consciously eliminate emptied emotions and neatly file them onto typeface notes hidden in bouquets decorating the dismal-ities of my freshly-planted tombstone
(fuse our bodies together and let's make this sarcophagus a necrophilia-polis)
