consider confrontations. this is a shy and quiet morning. the sleeping dogs awoke last night. the thunder scares them, stiff eyed. exercise (your exorcisms).
so you're sinking kinda fast,. that a great big light was your past.. this is more than waking up when you're still at the bar. hanging around with the queens after dark.
My anger is a sign of disgust with myself. A stewing serenade I hear the sirens on their way. The chemicals inside of me just kept on swimming through my veins.
the well went dry. my blood thinned out. i scrapped through. a thousand layers. of paint-like years. the secret's in. conjested grins sigh. i'm trying to find places to breathe now.
is it hard for you to sleep at night?. the battle glowing in your smile. and is it hard to tie perfection in a tie?. is it just too hard to say goodbye?.
"Are You There, Margaret? It's Me, God". . They told me where to go. (And I always follow). They told me what to do. (I swallowed every drop down). They told me bedtime stories.
displacement, the basement, isolation commented. relented six stairs down naked bulb, tired lungs,. tired eyes, crooked thumbs not up but sideways. for now. the rise and fall and gentle drops.
Passive, Aggressive, Confessing, Repressive. Structurally uncertain, transparent, transgressive. i've stumbled into something and i don't know what it is..
I haven't seen you since that brooklyn night. i guess it's been about a year by now. cold and rainy, in a poets words. Dark and crimson in a drunken way.
you tell me that ya wanna go to heaven. but you run around acting like you're gonna live forever.. you tell me that you're going through hell. but you're puttin' others through it..
no more smile and no more outrage. apathy pervasive emotions narcoleptic. no more smiles since fucking sunday. sinking feelings drinking early stinking septic.