(no subject)
the flys are all mechanical
and the dogs are all on rails!
your body is a pneumatic tube
the mind money money money
there is no such thing as fate
or destiny
but
all that there is
is all that can be
--
we can live on withering fruit
grown in dry sand
because daily
we choke down hot air (lungs stressed with each breath)
eyes burning in the heat
your glance ricochets around same rooms
sight vectors tracing just silhouette
after so many years
still can't see someone that knows