BROKE
Sunkt free
for whats this rhythm to be?
melted and his cred
got no grammeri
Shakespere Blake
you’ve got notches in their wake
Amanda parsons all fired up for the jimbob fettish
lore thats breakin out
on that
that
that
essssssssshhhhhhhhyyyaaaa
CUT
BROKE.
toke up!
thasts my concession
for all us in here we’ve got all the possible expression
it’s not for me to weild nostalgia
for primitive conscripts
it’s all you need in a land of pelopules
You’ve got its all by the balls
when the table white rides your warmth constrite
how many times have you been riding the waver production of ‘Thats new?”
all in a days words we’ve forgotten
that there is lie in all our minds of
‘already’ consumption of I want it
now?
Dont you?
What where it really bellows the frame of black on white
with angles of freedom presses into tight spces with chips and
sauses of curry tom yum cha
violins dress out and out with our
endless cool…
lasting….
till we desire to be warm again
sunshine lets us step in peace
from the threats of ghosts
in suits of poison, black grey and gowm
you’ve seen it!?
in your town
when we hide faces inside the other glass places!
I’ve gotten lonely in the past days
of my own need to be someone.
