May 26, 2006 00:18
for the love of
the unknown deity
that lies
above me,
what the fuck am i going to do with all of this fortunate misfortunes?
where am i going to go with this blind pilot?
why can't the gears
in my brain
just stop for one
single
mninute.
must there always be this churning of wheels?
this greasing of already fast gears winding and creaking their spindly portrusions for the satisfaction of
driving me out of my skull shaped jail cell?
the bars
in my cerebrum
are heavy as
lead dreams
laden with mistaken
identitifications and
popped balloon animals.