the god of molasses
every time my crusty shutter
open to the the morning harbinger.
a constant plaguing sound.
humming in my ear
the deafness
a hollow sound.
uneven balance
in old broken shoes
keep me a skilled navigator
of unforgiving waters.
Just another fifteen minutes...
The rotery belts turn
crushing the ice
into my steam conductors.
hydrolic arms push
the earth further from
fantasy into the hard lights
of another day
full of nicotine exposure
and a cerebellum implosion.
Vacant green eyes channel the glass
on the drives across town.
my voice is in recension
but its bad all around.
NPR zombies
drinking my brain jelly.
The neutron star
on the edge of unfathomable journeys
apparently began dumped out
at the local gas station
educated guesses would say
i get lied to every mother fuckin day.
shred it and forget it.
If trust was a cheap thing
Momma would've raised a fool
spitting seeds across the city
shooting my sewers full of toxic waste.
breathing in paint thinner
sitting naked
on magnetic north
in Pluto's summer solstice
I may be fucking crazy..
but at least im not stupid.
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