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March 23rd, 2011

enough with the death lust ( Though I Love You, Dad ) @ 02:07 am

oh
eating so much death all the time
the old hunched death
the talking about the weather
death
remembering old times
death
idle hands make
death

a good work ethic
gotta find
something worth living for

Death!
too much of this eating death
why is life so tenuous for me?
it seems everyone else rides the fucker full hog
did I fall off along time ago?
dragged by my stirrups?

damn bitch
I know I want out of here
and claw at the door
itching every crack I see
but lemmie eat pancakes and eggs
fucker
I want a burger and fries
I want big ideas
and some dreams to chase around
someone I cannot live with out
and something more compelling than all my distractions


death...
my new idea is shaping out
as the fuzzy sun fades away
maybe it's time
done with Saturn this time around
bite my tongue
suck up to the ever absent
humility
and give over ground control
let square one get taken care of

no
I know
nothing is perfect
can't trust anyone/thing
forget it
move on
let the machine do its job
it'll grind you up anyway
feed it
be fed
and move on
click
click
click
one fuckin color on the cube
to the next
to a different toy
in a different room

there is no Outside here
that's what it's about

get yr hands busy



.iP
 
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From:leafshimmer
Date:March 23rd, 2011 07:17 pm (UTC)
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Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death! (Virginia Woolf--the Waves)

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