is it flies, cries, or straw?

[geturgunandplay]

what good is one glove without the other?
that withered milk tree, the one you call love
begins to colapse like the silouette of an empty glove
i tried to remember how to hold on
how to reject the expulsion of support
from the home that boardered the sun
it was a long walk in circles, but i needed the shade.

when did the contents of the peacocks mouth
become more important than imaging
the different combinations of 8 and 9
the mechanics of your clock have become hardened and motionless
what inside, the muscle you killed
is it flies, cries or straw?

now that you're back, how strange that you still have
the strength the walk away, again.
i swear, once i was found.
upon a crater in the sun
where i swung upside down
practicing for when the time came
to cease laughing and begin to smile

when did the contents of the peacocks mouth
become more important than imaging
the different combinations of 8 and 9
the mechanics of your clock have become hardened and motionless
what's inside the muscle you killed
is it flies, cries or straw?