Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Sudafed

Engine running,
Rain pouring,
Eyes melting,
All combining
Together, a
Melange of confusioni
And dilation
And mere thoughts
Sizzle as the
Cigarette smoke curls
Around my fingers,
Gets tangled in my hair.

I'm lost in my own head,
Dazzling ideas in shame,
Pulling apart brainwaves
To see how it all really works man.

A spasm of words emerge
And spill onto the floor,
Where I watch them flail
Like a fish out of water.
I step on them, killing them,
Putting an end to their suffering.

They're only words and
Hardly worth the voice
It takes to speak them.

My eyes, they can't even take it anymore.

December 13, 2007
Suge


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