Ode to Stupid
You,
you slaughtered methaphors in ditches
Turned revolving souls into stomping flats
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You,
you slaughtered methaphors in ditches
Turned revolving souls into stomping flats
Laden with shoes
His room was
All worn
What if die tonight
Would your laughter get fuller?
No
Fact
Good & bad
True &false
Let's meet at + infinite
where parallels roll in hay
where love is capable of laughter
empty streets
of humans, of fog
lovers forgot how to love, to moan
The shooting stars came out early
today
Like home alone brats
Forsaking Mermaid's cry
beyond the shores,
unbroken waves are crawling,
adream
I smash the steer!
drifting in lust
He was not born Rooster Galore
Yet Rooster Galore he became
The town he hailed from was of sin
Bathing in your dephts
Safe you feel, mermaid
Passing touches shall drown
For your safety, watch your step and I’m on the bus again.
And how deep is the sea?
Where is the sky when you need something to look up to?
I’m on the bus again and when was the last time I saw you?
When was that baby born?
When did they develop such scorn - for me?
The umbrella was a nice color.
The people passed as they often do
Uncertainty on every face as if to say;
Barren
Risen and orgy and late
I learned not to die by my hand by a hope
Shinny day today
More or less today than any day
Other day
mother nature, the whore
STD-ing any cloud
The shadow
Run into the night
Unseen by mortals
Hide
And so I see the world with black eye whites
I touch you with dark hands
Your insides are less than white
Hope arrives quietly
unescorted, without fanfare
Hope doesn't understand she is not welcome