hellocentral

Oh My! Your Gods Are Out Of Style!

why, he cried, can you be so blind
when your name begins with 'C'?
aah. she countered with a smile
would that also mean that I am wet,
or indicate something about my salt content?

I can hardly feel the flowering of my heart pumping knowledge through the walls
and the petals start to crumble like eggshells in the stairwell like eggshells in the stairwell
and she devoured it all in no time at all
and there's no village too small to raise a child to ring a bell to teach the master to reach faster the golden ring of drug trade silly shouting in the night
that we are not alone
and trying to make the flashlight understand that we need it.
and go ahead if you feel you should but don't expect to bite the hand that leads it.

someday i want to find a boat by the side of the road
and sail away to another street where the people who shake my hand
as we stand and make nice in church to meet people of supposed like mind
will never mind the color of my mailbox because i'll paint my mailbox whatever
color I like.