fool

Jun 20, 2005 13:41

days spin through me like music liquefied,
i blinked once and lost 3 days,
get up and out and climb these walls
different now, relax and steal phrases like 'synthetic emotions'
i fueled the fire but lost the matches
same story different day,
purple ink drips instead of the red
but i'm not tempted right now, not right now, not this very second, not tempted
not much anyway,
it always sits there in the back of my head
but that demon is sleeping for now
curled up in a cute little circle with it’s tail wrapped around it
can’t see the teeth from this angle
dream the dreams of the dead and gone
and find the sleep of the righteous
pull the Fool card and wait for the edge of the cliff to find you

poetry

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