(“..pardon me while I burst..”) but
poetry is my drug -
I’ve injected my surfacing thoughts on many tables
over many nights
my own reflection stuck in permanent glass..
but now I’m slowly running out of veined vanity
it was never mine to own anyway..
this world is a freebase for words
these words are tweaking on walls
those walls are crushing the wails
that wail is the fix for the whole world..
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 12:40 AM UTC
(“..pardon me while I burst..”) but
poetry is my drug -
I’ve injected my surfacing thoughts on many tables
over many nights
my own reflection stuck in permanent glass..
but now I’m slowly running out of veined vanity
it was never mine to own anyway..
this world is a freebase for words
these words are tweaking on walls
those walls are crushing the wails
that wail is the fix for the whole world..
