Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Wednesday, April 10, 2012; Mangled

I think I'm burnt out on making out
The universe doesn't exist in someone else's mouth 
& if you were a spaceship the farthest I've gone is the asteroid belt 
I'm burnt out on cigarettes, booze, & charismatic smiles
No matter how bright everyone can show their teeth 
the sun will always win so I'd rather stare at the sky from now on
I've burnt down the shed that carries all my dreams  
& the ashes have flown with the wind to become means to an end
Now, all that's left is charred glass from the window panes


I will build a glass castle with those remains
Let's pray I don't melt that away

No comments:

Post a Comment