double feature
censured southern son.
Culling the midnight black
from the fading sky.
Vacuum space apartment
the gods playing pool
downstairs ball bust
through the night
swinging cigar comets
wizard smoke pours through
the floorboards of my Sanitarium
Planetarium
Slowly my quicksand fingers
ring the evaporating glass,
telekentic echoes
like heartbreaking wifi.
25
still alive
and in love
with dead people.
I get up everyday with the faint taste of blood
and shakey teeth
from biting off more than i can chew
and wrestling for life in the lions den
of my dreams.
Such an eccentric boy
filled with confusion
gamma rays
and a black box
filled with more
I.O.U's
and im sorry's
weekly trips to the sun
dumping feelings into the sea
is a fulltime chore.
Red sea
apollo-gizer
a million times the speed of light
drifting deeper
where days blur together
and you dont sleep
you lean back in cane furniture
craning your head
with a dying cigarette
reflecting on the times i could have did things different
and
the exact moments
where they went wrong
as you drift off at the wheel
of your cerebral mothership.
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