round face dark lace
With brown eyes long limping through a date
I make too much now to really keep exposing
I grew up seeing explosions mostly motion dreaded erosion
Sucked nitrogen slipped cycling
miming sorry hunched gestures
Expressionless and Mensa stints opera house fair warning negligence
Epi pens and estrogen pouring rain over severances braided necklaces
Jewelry to tom foolery town hoonigan it's me your using again
Lentils and icicles soap box pornography through tv screens hypocrisy
Lots to see channel surf the buttoned up flannel serf
to move a week for the meek
to see the rings of Saturn from a church
the most utopian blades shattered seams
The bedside beams the way it feels to be unseen
put faith in a fever dream
Sheen the same glare as the sunglasses reflection
reflexes to counter the oblique corner stores highway messes.
Cheap paper and flinging plastic bags
All that's left is all I had stroke a smoke to see the stars
simple folk feel it hard
Spar with the subpar the real pop shoulders in place
hang till you flop.
See the scene obviously hunkered down serene
anchored to the sea weed
Rope hardly holds a memoir
flares just to impose a squinting stare
Down a flight of carpeted stairs tip toe barefoot sipping through a straw
Hinting at the fact that Camus is never coming back
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