Into my font I step
:l
Chucked the day
Away
Chasing goalies and goblins
Set to score
outside the goal post
I should've given up
long ago but I keep going
I know that someday there's a debt
that I'll end up owing
the dates all changing like the wind blowing
But for now i just keep
borrowing from the future
what creature could be so
bent on self destruction as if I'm seeking
in Tennessee
some kind of intimacy
or suction at the lease
from: a beast?
I get the ticks and the hicks
The chicks with dicks and guns in their side bags.
All that PTSD driven Wilderness training comes in handy.
When the night swallows you like a jungle.
Mother liked it real. Real brutal. Eating boxes of crayons,
just trying to feel a little less blue.
The oracle joints up to our cause and actions as scripts pilfer the linoleum
Its too late
for amazement
Not finding where the hell, this maze went.
Off kilter and dawdled the day. Hope I'd yawn atdawn
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