Keanu Reeves 1252 (02/27/2015)
Ether. Of the quality ethereal,
non corporeal,
living poor but breathing royal.
Squirming is a past time of mine. Squirming in anxiety, repression,
rolling around my bed, my floor, my room in depression
turning my own skeleton in my skin
waiting for the right pain, the left pain
borne affluenza from within.
Chicken walk discomfort,
a too-tight skein tearing
and I'll hide a smile
if it scares you,
just so you'll stay a while.
shitty ryhmes, I tell you, and words are cheap.
I'm fucking made for this.
I'm bulletproof.
I need you.
I thought I'd see a town change, but all I saw it do was get big enough to be called a 'city'
I thought i'd see people change, too. turns out,
problems just follow you, remanifest themselves in different wormwood with different words,
bred for absintheurs,
fed ptsd cures,
sent back out to the same black hole bars,
meant to deter people with vague statements about why they should get out of here.
Glazy-eyed, in 20 years, the same patrons complain about the same squeaking bar stools,
with nothing to show for it but a few more scars on their leather
and a few less teeth not made of gold.
problems just follow you, remanifest themselves in different wormwood with different words,
bred for absintheurs,
fed ptsd cures,
sent back out to the same black hole bars,
meant to deter people with vague statements about why they should get out of here.
Glazy-eyed, in 20 years, the same patrons complain about the same squeaking bar stools,
with nothing to show for it but a few more scars on their leather
and a few less teeth not made of gold.
but hey, this isn't the west,
so i must just not understand a damn thing.
so i must just not understand a damn thing.
