Jun 10, 2020 23:38
On the deck against the canvas across the track
when running becomes home
To think I lost the luster
diamond in the rough
When it rains it pours
Those dirty hoodvent droplets
remind me of dissilusionment
seeing the magick show
behind the scenes kills the prestige
And maybe I live in false memories
intrinsically like breathing
I have practiced magic in lesser environments
to perform to jest or joist
the windmills ready for reaping
two scythes I am out a hands
helpless I will find my corner
support to count on
with retreat not an option and fighting a poor second choice
I am tired of litmus tests and rehtorical binary expressions
out of the box sharp this rat knows how to swashbuckle silver tongue and paint
pretty pictures fake it till you make it they said now at my age
standards falling diminishing returns I can understand the stance
more now than ever the indifferent path calls
divide and conquer before rubicons crossed
There is a better way and I will find it
obligatory online dating question of regret. I hate all their fucking meaningless answers. It is like they dont understand the fucking word. My regret is never having my copy of kitchen confidential signed. I digress I know not my betters. A curse of hunger.