home without drugsA Poem by schanzillai'm spacious on explosion streak 'cross pasture while sunset becomes mere descriptive overused, miraculous digs its own shallow grave hop in and kneel i stand with my own head defended my deep end bottled up and capped i drink the last few moments trickles down my throat like the rotary dial on rollback all seems like familiar faces from someplace else movin' in and out of open spaces it's kicked back check the score when the nerf herders come lookin' for trouble my home my wreck my collapsible inward reelin' from the force of it and i wander like elementary school it's all hills on the globe, hills on the globe smooth bumps on the nowhere stoned rocket gonna burn out bounce rickety off shoulder skid to a stop near the fence post stoned rocket stay straight baby stoned rocket stay straight baby stoned rocket stay straight baby stoned rocket stay straight © 2011 schanzilla |
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Added on August 10, 2011 Last Updated on August 10, 2011 AuthorschanzillaGlitter City, IAAboutindustrial 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..Writing
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