Sunday, September 18, 2016

For the good ones

On occasion two things pass and don't respond
Loose lipped magnets lie waiting to attract
The sights we've seen and all that lasts
Mind the time but don't mine my mind
Lines and grime, new sock flew off choose often
Feel what you can even when you know it's wrong
Lust divides and sides with the slope
I'm mostly a friend wouldn't say the end
But perception bends at the will
The belt buckle opens pass it on look news
I wave down a hallway at an object
Pick and choose your own blues
But mines a lamp because light shows me that the dust stirs around the room
My feet stick like glue to the tile spun drudge
Now I'm catching balance phonetically
Sound it out who the hell are we
I
why did I slip out of my shoes
Left behind
Temptation is trivial when you want your slate so clean
Flirt around a table never turn it it was never stable
Bring in the friends and relatives
Eyes matching shirts all feel the same
I'm covered in trash horny and the games boring
I'm blowing up
Like the soothsayer sways I'm seeing enough to keep gods away
Crept to me like pests
Bound to me in a crest
It dangles from my chest and speaks
I'm a man I'm a man
I'll be damned if I let the liver squash the plans
I'm an okay dude with a skewed attitude
Like the rest
I'm screwed on a skew
And I ski when I flea
I'll play the pet peeve
Because I sleep with my knees
I bleed when I foresee
An accident
Like the back it went around
And a round shape shows me a cassette tape
Of the old things they made
The dreams that behaved.

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