Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Callow
A trip over your tongue
Barrels me into ruefulness,
A regret I cannot neglect.
The smell of mildew
Dining on your words
Sends earthquake headaches
To rock my brittle mind.
My eyes sore from viewing
Your detrimental life,
I swear I can fly and
Head to the third floor
To jump out of bulletproof glass.
But I stop myself and
Wonder, instead, through scapes
Of dreams and sounds,
Knowing that I'm lost but
That I'll soon be found.
9-17-09
Barrels me into ruefulness,
A regret I cannot neglect.
The smell of mildew
Dining on your words
Sends earthquake headaches
To rock my brittle mind.
My eyes sore from viewing
Your detrimental life,
I swear I can fly and
Head to the third floor
To jump out of bulletproof glass.
But I stop myself and
Wonder, instead, through scapes
Of dreams and sounds,
Knowing that I'm lost but
That I'll soon be found.
9-17-09
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