don't know if i was
high
or just jumpy
but the clouds felt like bricks
and the car's engine made sounds
like a siren,
beautiful woman and terrified scream
and for a moment, i thought you were a
turntable,
so raw against my sandpaper mind
your beat so pronounced
there wasn't an ounce of your open mouth
that didn't make me want to die,
for a moment.
but it's just so i can see the other side,
you know?
to know if i was right
about that mirror.
1 comment:
this is good,
a part of it sounds like "good tired dog of tired goodness in the dog house." or whatever it's callled
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