Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Burnt Toast…
Like toast,
Burnt and
Set aside
For the cold
To nip at.
Just a jungle
Of unexplored
Bad days
And hungry
Deflated notions.
I'm a puzzle,
Fantasy,
You never even
Thought to
Put me together.
But, I never
Let you know
How.
There is too much
Space between us
To fill with
Half-lit sorries.
Let's blur our
Vision and
Assume it's
All good.
November 1, 2005
Suge
Burnt and
Set aside
For the cold
To nip at.
Just a jungle
Of unexplored
Bad days
And hungry
Deflated notions.
I'm a puzzle,
Fantasy,
You never even
Thought to
Put me together.
But, I never
Let you know
How.
There is too much
Space between us
To fill with
Half-lit sorries.
Let's blur our
Vision and
Assume it's
All good.
November 1, 2005
Suge
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