The Title of something youre the only person reading.

Sore back
and blistered feet.
walking for weeks
in an afternoon day dream.

The sun
it bursts
like vegas lights
when the power switch get thrown.
A supernova
we are eclipsed

my brains
spilled out
across the fractals of broken glass
that complete the street
you grew up on.

the fire
burns deep
like coal shoveled into the furnace
of my inner peace.

I slip on
old shoes
that know how to walk out of a thousand doors
but cant learn to feel welcome
in any city.

I cant
stop this
from happening.
with chewed nails
i refuse to except
my failures as fate.

i leap
to have faith
in something
like the early Americans
once did.
Geronimo.

We searched
for the holy spirit
in between vanilla tits
deep thighs
and tained glasses
Finding cursed nights
with demons
pouring ectoplasm
all over the bathroom sink

A psychic
witnessed
the promise land
She whispered
in her raspy cigarette voice

What the fuck
Does it matter
with the price of tea in China
how your movie ends.

Everything is about someone else
fade out of focus.
To Black.