over me

over me

A Poem by schanzilla

with a roach still burning in the back room i'm worn out

Crystal in the corner, slipping from the fabled mountain

the freaky freakies on the flora

but does it matter where they got it?

i'm one step away from the four hundred twenty foot drop

plenty of time to say all i need to

the cut of the chill in the air feels nice on my exposed chest

breathing harsh napalm they come forth

and lo, saith i

i am the dragonslayer with the double edged aluminum foil broadsword

and like a Christ Almighty she knew that

bringing echoes to my daily planet

embedding me on caved in faces

would she cry for hollow souls?

would i fight for them?

 

hello Solarus, i'm really digging on your orbit

and are you feeling tonight?

always nice to know you're tripping merrily

 

i'm fence post amber

but would i know romance

if it came in blasting machine guns?

kicked in the door, tried to drown me in the bathtub?

always easier to come with the questions than the answers

 

i think

     if you knew what i was thinking

          you'd second guess me

 

goddamn the city lights

raining down hopelessly

just miles off the midwest

does she fly?

well, she will

serenely, tasting every last breath from all nations

clear skies cracked and crumbling

could someone bring her back to Earth?

restraint always trailing behind her

but right now she's free

right now nobody could touch her

right now she's over me

maybe mesmerized by the universe like i am

thirteen million blinding white dots

each as immaculate as the next

and she loves them all

perfect porcelain dolls

they stand erect, lighting candles for her

but i swear they look like tombstones from here

 

nervous like the dying down drizzle

my sweat produced more pure gallonage

did i place my name at the king's front door?

does he know who i am and why i've come knocking?

it's not psychological

more like everything entropied all nicely, erase and unremembered

if i was a cigarette i'd be

run through, prayed to, hated           I HATED IT

i swear she looks like a tombstone from here

© 2011 schanzilla


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schanzilla
schanzilla

Glitter City, IA



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industrial painter, pothead, alcoholic. not all at the same time though, usually any combination'll do it. most of the time i manage to f**k everything up quite nicely, and sometimes i don't. the ti.. more..

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