it looks like the inside of my cortex
Loose screws with a loose table for my verbal contortions
A few books and spells surrounded by potions
Vertical blinds shut tight, the way they were forced in
Mattress on the floor
tucked on top of a box spring
Fornication smell, but no room for my offspring
I don't live alone, instead, I live with these objects
Mac 27 inch, I pad that's never dim...tech floods the room like CSI evidence
Solid speakers to echo feelings a resonance
Window closed, but when it's open the moonlight just settles in
This is my cave but, you can call it my residence.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
it looks like the inside of my cortex
Loose screws with a loose table for my verbal contortions
A few books and spells surrounded by potions
Vertical blinds shut tight, the way they were forced in
Mattress on the floor
tucked on top of a box spring
Fornication smell, but no room for my offspring
I don't live alone, instead, I live with these objects
Mac 27 inch, I pad that's never dim...tech floods the room like CSI evidence
Solid speakers to echo feelings a resonance
Window closed, but when it's open the moonlight just settles in
This is my cave but, you can call it my residence.
