Instead of a light read This is more of a late read A wipe the slate read
New needs and different greeds We're meant to meet when leaves sheath I think about the time speed or time spent amongst wasting It's trash green, slime I bleed Blood spilt while red lights gleam High beams and tear streams
The skull seam A conscious stream of unconscious scenes A habitual response to television screens Thought patterns of your name seem un-welcomed sit-ins for the brain team
It's a game spent creating a world for the changing A gut for the taking and a heart for the breaking I'd **** for a day dream ****** for a breath taking Leave town for a quiet waking that'd fulfill the craving
for the warmth of your body on my back claiming to know something without wasting love something without hasting and trust something without caving
Inject into my blood stream the heroine of your daily raining