chasing down a dragon

dead man · 06-30-2018, 03:15 AM

it's only

another shot at something historical
my greatest fears are love and disorder
becoming normal. numbing boredom. another
junkie stuck in his stories, summoning glory for
a tiny touch of immortality's shores, yes of course
hemoglobin buzz distorting a room
doesn't matter a morsel if it's not important to you
morbid obsessive. core possessive, steady
scorching a spoon. chasing
down a dragon i've been forced to pursue
lord of disenchantment, lord i'm close to an answer
lonesome master. reporting in like 4am news
to anyone home:
drink merrily and travel alone
left lane manic emotive
backseat practically motionless. hand
me your holster, six-shot cylindrical scope
product of a middle-class addiction to dope
plane tickets in coach. morningtime 2% and cinnamon toast
in every nag champa was the scent of a ghost
empty balloons, barnum-bailey our stoop, daily accouterment
scattered paraphernalia, our table was useless
crystal clear the liquid gold that faded her youth
built a home on bloodlust & we buried the blueprint
swear i've been addicted since a kid to consume
anybody out there worth a visit or 2
it's internal, controversial, periodic
recluse. not a modicum of moderation, always abuse
hopscotch on our sidewalk palms are chalky and calloused
settled on contentment so we call it a balance
recalling pasts. holding hands we walked into mass
you stood in line for crackers and i stifled a laugh
now i'm right where i cast myself.
finale it's over
moving again i'll meet you never i'm hopeful, ever remorseful
close my eyes and measure the dosage,
let it overtake, enter the portal, says Lenore
waging holy war like Lenin in office, federal hostage
died and never slept i felt much better exhausted
these are letter deposits. anthropological statement
watching rain fall like constellations swallowing Jameson
copy that, copycats are often mistaken
there's nothing honest about it while it's anonymous, face it
or don't. come to terms with what i've set into motion
build your own ideal and practice letting it go

dm

06-30-2018, 03:15 AM	#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	chasing down a dragon it's only another shot at something historical my greatest fears are love and disorder becoming normal. numbing boredom. another junkie stuck in his stories, summoning glory for a tiny touch of immortality's shores, yes of course hemoglobin buzz distorting a room doesn't matter a morsel if it's not important to you morbid obsessive. core possessive, steady scorching a spoon. chasing down a dragon i've been forced to pursue lord of disenchantment, lord i'm close to an answer lonesome master. reporting in like 4am news to anyone home: drink merrily and travel alone left lane manic emotive backseat practically motionless. hand me your holster, six-shot cylindrical scope product of a middle-class addiction to dope plane tickets in coach. morningtime 2% and cinnamon toast in every nag champa was the scent of a ghost empty balloons, barnum-bailey our stoop, daily accouterment scattered paraphernalia, our table was useless crystal clear the liquid gold that faded her youth built a home on bloodlust & we buried the blueprint swear i've been addicted since a kid to consume anybody out there worth a visit or 2 it's internal, controversial, periodic recluse. not a modicum of moderation, always abuse hopscotch on our sidewalk palms are chalky and calloused settled on contentment so we call it a balance recalling pasts. holding hands we walked into mass you stood in line for crackers and i stifled a laugh now i'm right where i cast myself. finale it's over moving again i'll meet you never i'm hopeful, ever remorseful close my eyes and measure the dosage, let it overtake, enter the portal, says Lenore waging holy war like Lenin in office, federal hostage died and never slept i felt much better exhausted these are letter deposits. anthropological statement watching rain fall like constellations swallowing Jameson copy that, copycats are often mistaken there's nothing honest about it while it's anonymous, face it or don't. come to terms with what i've set into motion build your own ideal and practice letting it go dm __________________ Zack Wicks for president