Ignore the hallways

To simply say, I lost my merry way On roads forgotten
tiptop today From cold wet streets, and warm sheets I saw light so
bright, tiptop delight Ears frozen from some kind of monster, and
within me distill this silk sulking of pride’s pumpkin, and loud
dogs who walked on kindly kind legs; laughing. Those documentaries
are mirrors for us, and we’re reflections eternal…like water for
rust (but do open your closed eyes, and look at me walking) Green
is the colour, irony is the shade, and you’re the fucking record
that’s playing, wishing, hoping, sucking, wanting them to hear your
tunes. Go home small caterpillar, nobody gives a Cupid’s wings
flying fairy fuck about your darkness. I (me and they) have trains
to catch. Now ask me what time it is, after looking at your clock.


About Oil Underneath

I drink glasses of cold water.
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