Haywire
The door snaps-
These satalite bitches in my room won't stop for anything and I don't even ask anymore
for water or shelter or peace of mind,
piece of mind,
piece of mine.
mutual masturbation-
ego
stroking ego
stroking ego
and on,
and on.
Ad nauseum.
radio's nailgunned to transformers stapled to pictures of plasma screen t.v.'s
57" screen (fits the livingroom, at an angle)
answered by a computer and left alone only in sleepless, sinewy night.
air that smells like peanut butter and ghosts.
dreams lag, pulled in rickshaw transit mode
the fineness of it all sinks, settles and sells to the bottom (top).
bottle top
razor wire crystal gleaming in the dull florescent glow.
screen screams, scene seen
- jack
These satalite bitches in my room won't stop for anything and I don't even ask anymore
for water or shelter or peace of mind,
piece of mind,
piece of mine.
mutual masturbation-
ego
stroking ego
stroking ego
and on,
and on.
Ad nauseum.
radio's nailgunned to transformers stapled to pictures of plasma screen t.v.'s
57" screen (fits the livingroom, at an angle)
answered by a computer and left alone only in sleepless, sinewy night.
air that smells like peanut butter and ghosts.
dreams lag, pulled in rickshaw transit mode
the fineness of it all sinks, settles and sells to the bottom (top).
bottle top
razor wire crystal gleaming in the dull florescent glow.
screen screams, scene seen
- jack