Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sneezing without a tissue
I walk no paths with golden eyes;
Cat eyes staring into souls,
Finding suns in the ectoplasm of our passing.
I gather the dawn in my purse
And stroll along a viscous trail,
Pursuing the wh0rish emotions
That expect me to GIVE GIVE GIVE
When I'd rather RECEIVE RECEIVE RECEIVE!
And sleep offers no remorse from
The pins and needles stabbed
Under my fingernails.
I am shaky at best, a f---ing
Moron babbling beliefs like a
Maniacal waterfall, befouling the
Lands with makeshift extravaganza
That chooses to take the shape of
Religious grief.
I'm a monster, heated and snorting
Disaster like it was cocaine.
Give me more, I ask,
But instead I give more than I can
And find myself with broken hands that never heal.
3-8-11
Cat eyes staring into souls,
Finding suns in the ectoplasm of our passing.
I gather the dawn in my purse
And stroll along a viscous trail,
Pursuing the wh0rish emotions
That expect me to GIVE GIVE GIVE
When I'd rather RECEIVE RECEIVE RECEIVE!
And sleep offers no remorse from
The pins and needles stabbed
Under my fingernails.
I am shaky at best, a f---ing
Moron babbling beliefs like a
Maniacal waterfall, befouling the
Lands with makeshift extravaganza
That chooses to take the shape of
Religious grief.
I'm a monster, heated and snorting
Disaster like it was cocaine.
Give me more, I ask,
But instead I give more than I can
And find myself with broken hands that never heal.
3-8-11
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Sneezing without a tissue
Sneezing without a tissue
