Too little too late//toomuchtoosoon
So bury me
in memory
His smile's my rope, so wrap it tight
Light that smoke-
-one for giving up on me,
and another because they'll kill you sooner than your expectations
Not the first or the last I've stolen poetic justice from your worn lines, dust and sweat
seamless blending, if only He were reading He would see the difference - silly boy,
you think family makes you a man.
Silver quartet of high school indulgence releases my independence releases my consciousness
reveals what was admonished releases the hounds, ever racing ever spinning
cycles that I can't control could control would should control
Your friends say My friends say
Friends always say the truth
BUT
the truth comes too late.
Welcome to my hell
www. streamofconsciousness .com
And when I open the gates when I open the fate and let it out
It goes
and goes
and formatting makes you fall in love
with what is really just the reasons I can't sleep at night printed black and white sans serif 13 point
And you fucking love it. You're surprised
I am not
Of course you are.
I know you are but what am I
What I am
How am I not myself
--
You're new here. Fledgling gracing pages of my inconsistent nonexistent book of shadows
Sleep forsakes, boredom overtakes, is this it? Quite the letdown if it is.
--
This is a love song
In my Own way
Better off some way some other day somehow some say.
I am every cliche but I simply do it best//Cliches are no offense when your life is born into irregularity
Moon
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