No more leaves
you leave
every day a car accident
a heartless man takes
or maybe
some kind of meteor
deal is broken
rake the body
of your lover
leaving
gone
gone
gone
Gone is the way in which one lives to be be when hope is at stake. This is how I came to know the age of getting wise. First I needed mind expansion which requires the Tuss. Often I would take myself to a dark savage happiness in which my mistakes became oranges. It was during these days I began to see that I was perfectly selfish and conversely magical. This however only applied to my tone of voice or possibly my hair. Those who knew me, Little C, Super D and Dr Light mostly, well, they were swimming in red pools just as much as I. All of us on National Ave looking, well actually searching with eagle ears and bat eyes. The FANTASTIC SONIC TONE
ravaged us to the core duo
Dr Light slapped
my face
"Your creeping us all out"
asleep like the dead
eyes open
eyes open
I opened up to the possibility of reason without logic as Little C and I became Super D and Super D became Evil J. Evil J made us all cry battery acid and swallow. Not this time though, no. During the Nation days well he was some kind of super hero accident. We stole his driving car and spaced all the way to the Appleton. Oh how the normals watched in horror as we made crooked all through the buying center.
see this trinket?
it is made of atoms and reason
but neither are witnessed
held for life purpose
we too were dogs of the bone
savage we scavenge for I's and We's
Instead we found a way home. The drive closed my eyes but not my mind. It was certain I would need a reboot after being half of Super D. I ate the backseat and gave birth to a shirt. How glorious that a man could be impregnated with reason: Dostoevsky knew.
More is More is More is Enough is Not
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