lots of friends step around making clomping noises.
and lots of them wear boots. big black leather thick soled boots. clompclompclomp...
and some of them make noises but i don't hear those noises.
i only hear the bushes rattle and...
little birds chirping.
or little bugs chewing leaves. dead leaves.
poor kids. nothing doing.
poor kid. closed up tight inside her head.
poor ones getting poorer. spending all their change on staying the same.
*****
marionette?
nervous, messed up. smoking less. drinking less. uninterested in the latter, but definitely not the former.
bounce back.
heal up a bit. deconstruct my head. put it right back together with bolts and nails. upright in bed waking electric with needs.
throw them in a jar. line them on the wall. a wall of insect bite examples.
"I'm all by myself. As I've always felt. And I'll betray myself, to anyone."
sing it billy sing it sing it.
there're holes inside my teeth like they're hollowed out. hundreds of dollars to fix. there's water flowing through my gums filling the gaps putting pressure on fraying nerves that float silent until the water sends pressure to shoot them ecstatic into my tired head.
doesn't let me sleep as much, but it's not that bad.
gotta reminder that i'm alive another second longer.
bounce back.
analog reciprocation.
"We are connected. Siamese twins, at the wrist."
*****
bits and bits of nothing much.
just wanted to talk. love letters to the ether. love letters to girls who...?
...i forget
*****
trans1
you. are. militant.
take that word in, sounds like STOP in my ears when it comes barreling into my subconscious. you don't get that, i'd like to think.
stop this.
get your SHIT together.
you're not impressing anyone here. getting along isn't like this, you don't understand...
rattles in my head through nerves and spirals down central through my frame.
i'm skinny dear, take it easy.
trans2
you're not strong enough.
just fucking TELL us what the problem is, okay? don't send us your "search for me!!!" signals unless there's something to find.
twinkle twinkle.
where did the road go? (you're probably wondering)
but it's masturbation. and you always loved that. so did i. i still do. i must be getting better. not that you asked, and not that i'd tell you.
trans3
i'm not in it for the money. i like what i like.
which is probably why i'm broke.
and lots of them wear boots. big black leather thick soled boots. clompclompclomp...
and some of them make noises but i don't hear those noises.
i only hear the bushes rattle and...
little birds chirping.
or little bugs chewing leaves. dead leaves.
poor kids. nothing doing.
poor kid. closed up tight inside her head.
poor ones getting poorer. spending all their change on staying the same.
*****
marionette?
nervous, messed up. smoking less. drinking less. uninterested in the latter, but definitely not the former.
bounce back.
heal up a bit. deconstruct my head. put it right back together with bolts and nails. upright in bed waking electric with needs.
throw them in a jar. line them on the wall. a wall of insect bite examples.
"I'm all by myself. As I've always felt. And I'll betray myself, to anyone."
sing it billy sing it sing it.
there're holes inside my teeth like they're hollowed out. hundreds of dollars to fix. there's water flowing through my gums filling the gaps putting pressure on fraying nerves that float silent until the water sends pressure to shoot them ecstatic into my tired head.
doesn't let me sleep as much, but it's not that bad.
gotta reminder that i'm alive another second longer.
bounce back.
analog reciprocation.
"We are connected. Siamese twins, at the wrist."
*****
bits and bits of nothing much.
just wanted to talk. love letters to the ether. love letters to girls who...?
...i forget
*****
trans1
you. are. militant.
take that word in, sounds like STOP in my ears when it comes barreling into my subconscious. you don't get that, i'd like to think.
stop this.
get your SHIT together.
you're not impressing anyone here. getting along isn't like this, you don't understand...
rattles in my head through nerves and spirals down central through my frame.
i'm skinny dear, take it easy.
trans2
you're not strong enough.
just fucking TELL us what the problem is, okay? don't send us your "search for me!!!" signals unless there's something to find.
twinkle twinkle.
where did the road go? (you're probably wondering)
but it's masturbation. and you always loved that. so did i. i still do. i must be getting better. not that you asked, and not that i'd tell you.
trans3
i'm not in it for the money. i like what i like.
which is probably why i'm broke.
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*shiivahs*
take care of yourself.