MASS HYSTERIA

by elasticbandit

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-03-08 10:57:00

its a conjuctions of functions
when you learn to walk on your own
its a conglamoration of preservation
when you learn to slowly go on
saturdays dreary sunlight
and i still feel tall
hiding by the ocean thier is no motion
or anything at all
mixed emotions keep on choking
chocking me ever more
hit the beach or take the street
its still the same
ever more
unanswered phones show ideas of leaving me alone
id go back there
but i first gotta find how to get home
wish the night would shed no light
and the trees could save us all
dreary sunlight
on saturdays daylight
am i hiding? maybe im not really here at all………