April 22.
Funhouse
Panic O panic leave me alone
I thought my heart was going to explode
I practiced Bach the honest of being able
practice during the day pretend
to be (a real musician) the problem
is it takes forever to go back
a dead computer eats me but there are worse
things no gas or a car that doesn’t rattle
neither rangey nor strange if I can stop worrying
about my future as a Bright as shameful
downcast eyes as the place with bullet proof
glass for $55 you too can be an exploded
star Merry Christmas Merry Christmas
don’t get me wrong I’m no saint
or lonely my head is on fire
leave me O beautiful oh beautiful
posted by Radish King at 6:18 PM
3 Comments:
Two cats had a fight on my head in the night. I am going to blame my strange and strangled brain on them today. I have blood proof.
teenage angst never leaves some of us, because it is not teenage at all, simply who we are at every age, but oh, your poetry helps.
oh i feel it, your chest exploding the stars of the music. how hard it can be to rewind and step back in. i am hurting so badly right now. i just almost sorta finished this damn poem i've been working on for days (years) i just posted the last line is for suck i want to break all the computers and makers of breakable saucers. muchly love. -rtl.
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