about birds
and riots
and the absence of summer
but that warm/boiling feeling that comes in from the window after midnight,
stills calling me to kill;
calls me out, (that other side)
and, by the way,
what about you?
what about me?
I still thinking on birds and acrostics and riots and acrobatics,
and i lost another job, so I still wandering/dreaming to do something with my life
and, by the way,
what about you?
what about me?
I still swaeting/dropping/complaining of this curious condition of mind.
and riots
and the absence of summer
but that warm/boiling feeling that comes in from the window after midnight,
stills calling me to kill;
calls me out, (that other side)
and, by the way,
what about you?
what about me?
I still thinking on birds and acrostics and riots and acrobatics,
and i lost another job, so I still wandering/dreaming to do something with my life
and, by the way,
what about you?
what about me?
I still swaeting/dropping/complaining of this curious condition of mind.