Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Wallow
Like a painting on a wall,
My tears hang upon my lashes.
They're shadowing the feelings,
Ready to drop off into a green dream.
The concrete blocks drop upon my feet,
I seethe like a dragon, forgetting to care.
Weren't we dreamers riding rockets
And scribbling prayers to invisible gods?
Or were we spitting words into clouds,
Our wheels spinning as we tried to make sense of it all.
I feel the emotions mash and splatter away,
Sparkling and dying, glittering and dancing, like a disco.
I shake away the hand that wipes away the tears.
For the record, I'm not five, I just want to wallow.
8-2-11
My tears hang upon my lashes.
They're shadowing the feelings,
Ready to drop off into a green dream.
The concrete blocks drop upon my feet,
I seethe like a dragon, forgetting to care.
Weren't we dreamers riding rockets
And scribbling prayers to invisible gods?
Or were we spitting words into clouds,
Our wheels spinning as we tried to make sense of it all.
I feel the emotions mash and splatter away,
Sparkling and dying, glittering and dancing, like a disco.
I shake away the hand that wipes away the tears.
For the record, I'm not five, I just want to wallow.
8-2-11
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