Well you onli fall when
youarentlooking
and it's the whistleofthe let.ters
and w or ds shooting myn.lines
f O r m i n g
stretch=marks on my brain
that has me
as my own slave
like the chain is to my bike
look mah no hands
and like that iM
iTrapped and iTripping
Over Pebbles
Insects..the replicas of me
dancing in my way
Anything capable of making
Us itch
iTossing and iTurning
Staying awoke
at night fearing
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
asleep
...............those dreams stinging me
zapping the pleasure out of please.her
am i drowning..?
no not really..
the suffocation
is just another
aftershock of elation
of what seemed to be
a fight between
sur.real.ism and red light photography
a real me hog tie
skidding the tires on a slick
racetrack
because iM always racing
in the rain
thats always pouring
or atleast misting over
the celebratory celebrations
cerebrating cerebricity
in my cerebellum
masking the shame
like soliders should
iWish god would stop pissing on me
even though i know its just the way the plants are fed
yeah piss in my mouf instead..