Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Bloody Knuckles
I parent the wound like a politician,
All promises and lies.
But like a prostitute, I can only lie there and take it.
A painter of thoughts,
I lie awake at night, confessing to the stars
As though they were a priest.
Passersby glimpse me but I
Might as well be invisible.
Though I scream my mind and rights,
I am far from a preacher;
I am just a maniac in the streets.
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All promises and lies.
But like a prostitute, I can only lie there and take it.
A painter of thoughts,
I lie awake at night, confessing to the stars
As though they were a priest.
Passersby glimpse me but I
Might as well be invisible.
Though I scream my mind and rights,
I am far from a preacher;
I am just a maniac in the streets.
1-25-10
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Bloody Knuckles
Bloody Knuckles
