OENifna;obrinaeh

[orangepeople]

I feel with my hair fuzzed up
and my teeth brushed down
that today will be colourful

When I step through the door
definitely missing the floor
I fall with amour
but I falter

of fourteen perfect disasters
I work my way of plaster
for the vinegar stings
but I'll never see these things

I sit with Sidney's poems
dragging a pencil across the page
feeling my brain slowly age
Then tomorrow I'll try again