blu saturday

by bruised

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-02-16 12:30:00

Parent message is 122198
skies velvet’d in grey
with chill wind hints
to crawl on my skin
relucatant voids
swallowin my mind
and makin it react
with foot rest’d reclinin
here with my
soon to be son
ha! irony of life
soft lighted day
with razor’d reality
how my heart
can be grasp’d
in simple lines
to force me
to pace my breath
and let the deluvian gate
unfold inside
cause i can’t right now
misunderstood checkers game
goin back and forth
underneath keyboard fingers
my bags are weighin me
onto pigment’d horizons
that i will paint
bills paid
taxes collect’d
mr. responsibility
need an alcoholic outlet
into hazyness