doin s**t

doin s**t

A Poem by Blackstone Featherfall

what do i think?
do you see yourself?
do i like what comes out?
could i do this?
(this s**t/isn't s**t)
it's bliss

lit the flame at my elbow
traced it to the rope in my brain
set a bomb in my heart
here comes the ink

what do you think?
i can't see myself
do you like what's put out?
could i do this?
(this s**t/isn't s**t)
it's bliss

put the flame to my bone
scratched into my brain
had explosions in my heart
here comes the see

oh yeah, it's me
do believe
i like
what you like
is that
me?
it's bliss

oh yeah, it is
please believe
i like
what you like
it is
me
it's bliss
it's glee

© 2010 Blackstone Featherfall


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Added on February 21, 2010
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Blackstone Featherfall
Blackstone Featherfall

Walkabout, Australia



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