Ginger Lash

A spot like splattered paint pants planting tracks of nervous notions
The cool naked hardwood reveals elated emotions
Captured through an old fashioned lens that should instead be
Fashioned to make amends for the label it evokes
Just make an artist choke, on connecting dots
Truth tells lies under disguise, as a matter of fact there are no facts
When will this punctured vein begin to clot
I've realized I've got unbiased eyes that size the critic down
Down girl, down making it impossible to drown
Shedding, shedding every pigment of the waking sun
Inflamed swollen clouds, waiting on a day there are none
Rid myself of the toxins by the box and these lessons learned have been over done
Roxy’s got me lingering like no chaser, chills control the fever inside me, hear em call me moxie
While your out busy making blood banners, Im inside working on my table manners
Folding cloth napkins three fold mock up, placing porcelain cups thinking bout my lock up
Glassy retinas assure that I bet ya it’s more than a couple of grains stained to make membranes jealous of your cerebral vein
My ears are wasted wished they were deaf, drunk off this native tongue
I succumb to these sounds that do nothing more than surround the air I breathe
Since when were halos the new fashion, caught cashin in our lives for neck charms n firearms.
There isn’t an angel in sight that could wear your crown.
Even stripped down
Black kites are lost in the wind you were tangled in; wild flight
With wings, you couldn’t have crashed, landing my heart in a sling.
Stumbling, I persist for a rewind button that doesn’t seem to exist, I can’t resist
Still frames, your name, summer rain spilling into my veins, am I to blame?
No issue about the miss you marquee that leaves vacancy to a tolerable degree
Speculation
Hesitation
Rehabilitation intravenously
Excee
Ding
Blee
Ding
Dong
Find me my skeleton key