© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012
transit funeral
lest we lack reasons to look i swear i took a moment, brief and tall? me? no, Sir. if it were, you might have something to worry about. blue seats crushed all over doubt when I look at you, in my head, from an empty bed and insanity wished it made sense hence, the struggle. are you so troubled to understand and overhand and deem doom due command? alone, I force my body up smooth, vertical walls expecting no signs of breathlessness. suspecting no lines of helplessness-- grains stacked like mountains pushed up by credit cards not just snow-capped but low and chapped lips roll licked down canteens full of confidence. and daydreams spilling ambience to real situations with real people, with real lives. to hesitation with steal steeples and heel dives. all this and how it matters, shatters, batters the ladders I walk under rolling thunder sucking colour out of my words trends coming saying anti-anything is absurd. if it’s backwards, track birds and lay an egg but stay it needs warmth it heeds faith no back talk no reflection no critique no objection sanity sees solid souls and all I see are holes, holes, holes. can’t talk about things nowadays too old fashioned to tear away too much of this to sum up that can’t say it all, so that is that. try to start grant us health and watch us part wealth holds the finest art but broke we’ll be ‘til death lights dark you’ll howl, hark, scream skin on skin behind towels, sharks dream and chemicals react so I conform but smell the past it’s warm, warm, warm. we’re on a track and trains come and trains go slow I know, I know, I know. |
© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012
