Friday, August 8, 2014

What have you done?

Grip me with enticing
Lice metastasizing
Grinding every word
A tooth with every verb

Because action isn’t fastest
Morally elastic
Accepted what you want
Because the truth will leave you blasted

Capping you liquor
Tapping out you’re sicker
With yourself and how you’ve acted
Vomiting all the classes
You took when you were sober
Universal controller
Of the everyday
While everyone's pulled over

Escaping every way
To go, the roads are blocked
By policemen with flashlights
Regular city cops

Making God a light to the poor and drowning victims
Stuck deep inside a growing twisting
Bowels of ever missing
Bodies in the sewers
And death and Bueller
The only day you ever take off you’ll die

Thursday, August 7, 2014

to love too late

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