This definately needs to be revised haven't looked at it since spring 06' don't really know what I was trying to say here.
Please shrink me.
I’ll flush myself down.
With fake blue water
and your fake smile.
With fecal matter, and its writing
on paper made soft for ass.
Soft like your touch, of which I don’t ask.
With spiders balled-up trying to float,
like fists on my skull.
I’ll flush these things
down dark
slimy, sticky, sewers.
Switching direction back and forth eventually
ending up in the ocean.
Someone will find a shell,
put it to their ear.
No ocean can be heard.
Hearing my thoughts, my voice
slowly fading
they try to crack my shell
but it is solid shell.
No comments:
Post a Comment