so that's how you do it?
yes.
this is me lying in the middle
of a road,
waiting for his headlights
to erupt with effervescence.
i bet he's great at casting
shadows in high definition.
weird, i know.
this,
my latest concussion,
rings like drowning.
i was a city boy b4 i was her.
i was a butterfly b4 there was a
warning sign.
this,
this precision, like that
word for wet earth smell
i hate.
don't say it, we're empty.
don't say it, let's talk about
your ****
this is not
how the body withers on the vine.
talk about exonerating the body.
talk about abusing the body w/
electricity and sterling obituaries.
so this is how the body tells time?
asks the
alien of fortitude.
yes.
it plays euchre with dark haired men;
it turns seconds into months
revolving around
the mind bending neverness
that the body avoids at all costs.
it turns love into a stew of rabbit
and radish and dandelion stems.
the body turns stretch marks into
fishing nets, it
curls its own fingers inward
under the rib to feign being held.
so that's how you do it?
asks the
alien of fortitude.
yes. you lay
your body in the middle of the
road and you pray like hell
it's the tall suit of armor that runs
you over, and
you pray that he recognizes you;
you pray that his glass of water
isn't empty yet.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
so that's how you do it?
yes.
this is me lying in the middle
of a road,
waiting for his headlights
to erupt with effervescence.
i bet he's great at casting
shadows in high definition.
weird, i know.
this,
my latest concussion,
rings like drowning.
i was a city boy b4 i was her.
i was a butterfly b4 there was a
warning sign.
this,
this precision, like that
word for wet earth smell
i hate.
don't say it, we're empty.
don't say it, let's talk about
your ****
this is not
how the body withers on the vine.
talk about exonerating the body.
talk about abusing the body w/
electricity and sterling obituaries.
so this is how the body tells time?
asks the
alien of fortitude.
yes.
it plays euchre with dark haired men;
it turns seconds into months
revolving around
the mind bending neverness
that the body avoids at all costs.
it turns love into a stew of rabbit
and radish and dandelion stems.
the body turns stretch marks into
fishing nets, it
curls its own fingers inward
under the rib to feign being held.
so that's how you do it?
asks the
alien of fortitude.
yes. you lay
your body in the middle of the
road and you pray like hell
it's the tall suit of armor that runs
you over, and
you pray that he recognizes you;
you pray that his glass of water
isn't empty yet.
