10/28/2009

I’m going to lay down
in the middle of the street
and wait for the roads to take me
not in my sleep
wide eyed and hungry
for a taste of the country
for the scent of the city
for the feel of the sea
I want to drown in this concrete
yellow paint on my white out face
grey scale eyes caught on broken white lines
sick of words and rhymes and cries and crimes
wicked children and livid best friends
wild walk outs and tired talks
see society at the peak of hideousness
see the world in a dim
dim
dim hue
tired of trying to adjust my eyes
I’ll sit in the darkness for a bit
tired of trying to wet these dry eyes
I’ll sit in the rain
until the sun finally breaks
--
well, darling, I guess you’ve seen
the awkward smile I hide behind
the wicked mind I hold within
the happy face I plaster to
the angry eyes that guide this life
layers and layers of shit I can’t think
long enough about to put to words
it always always hurts
too much to think for too long
I want to lay and beat the shit
out of my own face until
I stop worrying about the look
and focus back on the feel
--
I’m crawling under in around
your mind your mind your mind
it’s mine
I’m slithering through each synapse