here in this space
I hear nothing new
I reconcile no few
the plundering of my escapes will leave the open scapes
orbiting around the vacation of a hidden message
assumptions about God, whose name doesn’t need to be spelled god.
and I’m thinking the Astro sphere will push over
any disturbance in the vein of the silent and sober
a muse if you’d like
a conscious plight
the spun out rays which abandon the discord for fact
the army that can’t reach back
someone made it known
halves of you were almost alone.
giver and taker
rules out the desire for pedestrian mountain-hood
fallen cries into our vast interstellar tear cup
shake good ground for love and loyalty
everyone’s a leader and feels something deep with struggle and familiarity.
orphanage lingers in the background throwing off the news and proper speach
yeah, that’s Cnn thing, here’s how to speak around your family and friends.
social levitation brutalized your whistle blowing routine
now you just sit in captivity with blood draw and shark saw
probable moving picture
hides your eyes
replica of shattered lives
reuse these matted scoffs as handshakes
no more names for that purpose
disaster would only hold so much
what would make for a perfect day?
no more names, c’mon. No more names for that.