Or is it?
Teacups blown to bits
As the spoon swirls round The sun sets down
Rose blooms at midnight
CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE
shouted 3 times
like peter who denied Christ
the paper is thrown and crumpled lands next to the manifesto
The drug addict philosopher
struck again
spewing day old coffee grounds
as the old familiar itch sets in
fuck carved into the side of fleshok ok I"M ANGRY
you were right
I just can't drop everything
like a pair of heels at the end of the night
no it must be held onto and mulled into nonexistence
now lets kick it into overdrive
and remember to smile and be pretty wild
you'll be dead soon
or at least busy
1 comment:
Love this-I,too,tend to perseverate on issues-get stuck in feeback loops all the time!
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