We dance upon a plane of ice
A skin across a vat of blood.
How brittle is this skin of self,
How thin the ice we tread;
A crack - and all that was white
He bullshitted it as the idea of simple maths,
trying to explain away faith in fractions,
disasters in decimals, mayhem in multiplication.
The list goes on, I digress,
Battle ships will link the far.
Army boots are fast and hard.
Steps of goose are crackdown forces.
Brother bloods are wounds have gores.
Countless labors built their walls.
Riding around, the guys, in their cars, see her like a Smokey Angel in the periphery of their vision... They love this Lady Boss, these lost boys.
ithway armsway etchedstray outway &
eyesway ideway otay ethay orldway,
ethay aspgray ofway asway uchmay asway oneway ancay isway
oremay eautifulbay, oremay onderfulway
some have a voice &
the ability to curb that voice
so that it smooths itself out
like a new satin sheet
catering to the most sensitive of
dancing upon the erogenous hot spots
1 of those times brought on the little boy whom she spends most of her time taking care of these days
when it comes to grips
with these life choices,
back pocket begins
to burn, there is no wallet,
something has finished.
where to go from here, did
we take the only road?
for Dear Sinéad O'Connor who I met one stoned night at a mates house xxx forever a fan its a first draft. so I will be playing with it.
An unfashionable district in an dystopian city in a country which could neither be shaken, nor stirred
There’s some might say we had it made...
having gone from rags to riches;