i wanted to get lost down unmarked streets me, my camera and all the other freaks well i dunno a better way to spend a day anonymity is such a subtle shade of grey i got big city vision, small town blues i remember empty places in the language i use my eyes have packed their luggage, time isn’t on my side cheap philosophers keep telling me i shouldn’t run and hide from conflict or the past with all its blunders my lens rapes and my pen likes to plunder all the dreams that i dreamed with a stolen head all the screams that you screamed when you noticed you were dead all the lies that we told so glibly to ourselves all the wallpaper we chose for our own private hells i feel far too far away today trapped in some remote fishtank haze singing dirges about donuts to their sugary wives while they wallow in the dregs of their sugary lives and you, you haunt me with a shipwrecked smile some toast and the ghost of your fatal child i bought a vegas mask from a junkie on the run with no time to tell the world whatever he had done he just coughed – listen brother, your song makes no sense and your ass is badly scarred by that barbed wire fence your lines have slowly slithered from the sane to the deranged your hairstyle’s fairly normal, but your eyes are rather strange i ignored him and snorted three vanilla pods and checked my rearview mirror for the shape of angry gods the scarab beetle hiding in the pocket of my jeans doesn’t give a damn what any of it means.
05/11/2010
crunchy words
By ulla
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November 5th, 2010 at 17:04
WOW
November 5th, 2010 at 19:25
holy cow, that’s good
November 5th, 2010 at 22:45
wow. excellent :)
November 6th, 2010 at 05:08
I’ve read this probably five times today. Incredibly good, I don’t know much else to say but
WOW.
November 6th, 2010 at 19:04
Thanks
November 7th, 2010 at 00:44
i love it when you rhyme.
November 7th, 2010 at 10:33
That one’s probably from 2004 or so
November 7th, 2010 at 17:48
Nothing like stream of consciousness to get it all out…
November 7th, 2010 at 23:10
That is too wild. I love the imagery conveyed, and am in awe of how well one thing moves to another; poetic without losing the path of what’s happening. My reading comprehension is low low low, so if you can write something like this and not lose me, that’s impressive.
J
November 8th, 2010 at 07:26
Thanks people…I kinda got attacked by rhymes from around 2003-2007 and they were all one take, unconscious things. Now I have a file of about forty thou words and not much comprehension of where they came from, or where they went. Their purpose, I guess, was a navigational aid through my own insanity.