19 Lines - FortyoneNinhundredsev...

Opening curtains zipped jacket mac tac-fit under barreled hatchet

practice makes perfect explosion scenes seem worthless

 

shes floating center point with a purpose

hatching dreams, happy seeds

feel the earth twist, departing the surface.

starting to work with, unfolding its sure fit

confirming the hopeless, unrolling the carpet

be for we is started, enrolling we-Tod-Edds

ignition it static , the mission erratic

im fishing the planet, and hoping to scan it

 

wishing yo listened instead of just wishing

and wasting decisions instead of just livein

written id scripture , lettin it hit chya

viscous is victory this is just mystery

witnessness misses ther mistresses and wishes

her kisses could go do the dishes.

just viscous malicious neurotic sedition

sedating and fanning dreaming its raining

hoping its coming some day it will save me.