Living the wrinkled drool the sequestered antique
Living the wrinkled drool the sequestered antique
respirator more than purple brain wrinkled These are
war respirator creaking rusted nut Living the
watching Wheel of Fortune from a
watching Wheel of Fortune from a respirator Living
watching Wheel of Fortune from a respirator Living
wrinkled brain arthritic
wrinkled These are the days when war seems like a
brain addiction war creaking rusted nut Living the
Ellipses
December 23, 2005 11:59 PM
Living the wrinkled drool,
the sequestered antique
silence,
the urine on the floor.
These are the days
when war seems like a good idea,
when life expectancy is a
BITCH,
and a rock solid
drug addiction
seems like the least that they could do.
Canned shell of a shell,
of a creaking rusted nut,
my veins are more than purple,
my brain arthritic,
sucking dinner from a
STRAW,
broken afternoon,
air vents mumbling
humming,
one constant minor tone.
We fought, we aged,
we are watching Wheel of Fortune
from a respirator.
I want my choice,
my real and actual freedom,
my ripe-sharp cathartic
ENDING,
my gut on the edge of
some final glory,
It is my RIGHT!
Oh wait, stop,
what was that on channel 13
creaking rusted nut Living the wrinkled drool my
Living the wrinkled drool the sequestered antique
Living the wrinkled drool the sequestered antique
the sequestered antique silence war Canned shell of
watching Wheel of Fortune from a
watching Wheel of Fortune from a respirator Living
watching Wheel of Fortune from a respirator Living
wheel of fortune Living the wrinkled drool the
wrinkled brain yellow on the floor mumbling creaking
yellow watching Wheel of Fortune from a respirator