Dec. 5th, 2018
sometimes
in the middle of winter
i begin to believe i'm glimpsing into
an afterlife
or a dream
because the world is silent and muffled
but something echoes from
the other side of town
and everything is white and grey
and there is nothing but then
and there
----------
i watch her
as she sinks
but keeps swimming to the top
i smile
until one day
we have to hold her down
----------
my knuckles are bruised
that's the way i like them
fuck if they're untouched i'll punch
the walls
they oughtta be purple
----------
laying in an alley
in Chicago
drunk off his ass
bruised and very bloody
unable to move
ah yes
the american dream
----------
something about teeth
the allure of
grinding them into the cement
without restrain
in the middle of winter
i begin to believe i'm glimpsing into
an afterlife
or a dream
because the world is silent and muffled
but something echoes from
the other side of town
and everything is white and grey
and there is nothing but then
and there
----------
i watch her
as she sinks
but keeps swimming to the top
i smile
until one day
we have to hold her down
----------
my knuckles are bruised
that's the way i like them
fuck if they're untouched i'll punch
the walls
they oughtta be purple
----------
laying in an alley
in Chicago
drunk off his ass
bruised and very bloody
unable to move
ah yes
the american dream
----------
something about teeth
the allure of
grinding them into the cement
without restrain