this is way too long im sorry

dead man · 10-01-2021, 08:42 PM

how's it going,
i asked quietly ..
the pause was profound
i shifted in my seat. you took a sip of your crown
royal cola, numb our mystery until it boils over
copper plate of slimy filet, side oily okra. you
make me write and make me post it
swim inside my safety ocean
lay me down a deep disposal, hang me
or i may get frozen. intercoastal
weapon holder, metamorphic headless horseman
ex-performer pencil in these memoirs
smoke and allegory
acid washed, receptors torched
amphetamine > melatonin
never slept in REM for more than
7 seconds in a row
kick sketcher soles down any road where
we could grab a pretzel roll for
less than Jersey traffic tolls
to get wherever legends go. i'm tethered to
a sense of hopeless, socialize my fellow dosers
weather change my testimony. hella phony, empty hole
museum campus megaphone. we feigned as intellectuals
pedestal the senate thrones
they'd bathe in blood for twenty votes
stem cells in my breakfast bowl
i'll live to see our bubble blow
subsidized our public and we privatized the money flow
double-wide abundance
all tongue-tied inside our bungalows
polyester comfort zone. sun lamp / artificial snow
then wonder where our "somethings" go.
forget them while we butter toast
and dry erase our fantasies on fridges every month or so
ice dispenser. sprite and seltzer.
leave me to my nightly bender
DUI my license plate expired in 1997
high as heaven. set a fire to everything. the dead occultist
breaking down like ethanol
anxiety, i'm sweating Bulleits
sellers market, plague of locusts
bear attacks, forever bullish
derivatives and leverage open, trojan horse your credit quotient
megachurch and crypto tokens
digitize our disco potions
syrup blend the rum and rose til
gardens grow from brick and mortar
boneyard man, slow striding knowing death is a promise
we're threads inside a universal energy harvest
take me back to Everything. i've wandered too long
hoping one day Thunderclap would ring the alarm
leading us to symbol and psalm. lipid dissolve
so far from any answer now the questions are wrong
curious and calm unsettled spirit at heart
stare at mirrors in the dark, so finally i can hear myself talk
what a nightmare

10-01-2021, 08:42 PM	#1
dead man living Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,485 Battle Record: 33-18 Accomplishments - Hall of Fame Champed - AOWL Season 1 - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 4 - Write Week V - GWL Season 1 Rep Power: 77606679	this is way too long im sorry how's it going, i asked quietly .. the pause was profound i shifted in my seat. you took a sip of your crown royal cola, numb our mystery until it boils over copper plate of slimy filet, side oily okra. you make me write and make me post it swim inside my safety ocean lay me down a deep disposal, hang me or i may get frozen. intercoastal weapon holder, metamorphic headless horseman ex-performer pencil in these memoirs smoke and allegory acid washed, receptors torched amphetamine > melatonin never slept in REM for more than 7 seconds in a row kick sketcher soles down any road where we could grab a pretzel roll for less than Jersey traffic tolls to get wherever legends go. i'm tethered to a sense of hopeless, socialize my fellow dosers weather change my testimony. hella phony, empty hole museum campus megaphone. we feigned as intellectuals pedestal the senate thrones they'd bathe in blood for twenty votes stem cells in my breakfast bowl i'll live to see our bubble blow subsidized our public and we privatized the money flow double-wide abundance all tongue-tied inside our bungalows polyester comfort zone. sun lamp / artificial snow then wonder where our "somethings" go. forget them while we butter toast and dry erase our fantasies on fridges every month or so ice dispenser. sprite and seltzer. leave me to my nightly bender DUI my license plate expired in 1997 high as heaven. set a fire to everything. the dead occultist breaking down like ethanol anxiety, i'm sweating Bulleits sellers market, plague of locusts bear attacks, forever bullish derivatives and leverage open, trojan horse your credit quotient megachurch and crypto tokens digitize our disco potions syrup blend the rum and rose til gardens grow from brick and mortar boneyard man, slow striding knowing death is a promise we're threads inside a universal energy harvest take me back to Everything. i've wandered too long hoping one day Thunderclap would ring the alarm leading us to symbol and psalm. lipid dissolve so far from any answer now the questions are wrong curious and calm unsettled spirit at heart stare at mirrors in the dark, so finally i can hear myself talk what a nightmare __________________ Zack Wicks for president