Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Small Future

Load up on abdominal pain and
let my head off the hook so I can sag.
Duck into the office when you see me coming.
Jumpers loop on pine needle soup
and make simple do this, do that livid and redundant.
I could pump the starlight into
another hysterical fuck scene. I meant luck.
Bent onto the saddle of equestrian metaphor baloney.
Shitty reality haunts the movie you think you're in on the F
train. Mingle with dorks until they stop you from becoming.
Will you have crisp sheets on your deathbed?
Will someone be there to clear your throat of murk?
Branch out, suck a house from my arm
let the sinking tooth haunt your veins
rattled into a small future.


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