so a rough week i'd traveled and counting dunes of her face and knew ma'am show me palms up humble too soon dear that truly perhaps absurd lead me bumblebee i'd never deserved her sobering started to cry long time because apples because life's knived-in scenes are starry because shadows because our thing is gospel truth i'm sorry i'm a wreck hall i don't like your hurt yourself times shooting pool because heaven is a wicked stereo system so-and-so knows it is happy to observe what blue glow of her sleep its nectar its sap shape lady kind she sat waited on me once this obscene body shoulda slapped fell out of jail all sorts of kazoos and prison tats never charged and a crash of pain against your pillow felt sore all over glitter ditzy severe desparate and awkward as a ceremony is performed a secret crush one can't use a cripple as crutch an actor's ass-kissing nor blaze a campfire with crickets perfumed sailstress here's moon take it from me call mother please tell her what what and what it's done far from me please these walls smell like dare i'm as stupid as ecstasy i'm a box of crayons pick one like most o leaves of her face rustle a heart attack in my pinky this jacked-up scenery's blacking out ask the choices made send me a prescription quick as can a radiation your sincerely regards
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