Wednesday, September 30, 2009

spin me around again


we talk too fast u cant write words the way i want to anymore. lifes all imogen heap and repainting walls i am mummified in paint chips facing east. dont forget me. i wont forget the way your name feels in my mouth before i flick my tongue and set it free i wont forget how to sing or say more without saying anything. the ground feels empty under my feet sometimes

i lose my mind in the bus sometimes, throw it out the window to swim through the gutter and maybe smother itself in kelp and saltwater. could you keep me? i don't always last as long as id like to

i like the bliss of not knowing

soon i will be alive and i can paint paint paint untill i forget how to stop i will be limitless. i can run feet colliding with ground kicking up tornadoes. i can fall i can

unlock the door

stumble into crumbling sidewalks fucking words flying faster than missiles and paper airplanes and yellow birds that you've been waiting for. would you wait for me? what if i paint my skin, grow wings, what if i am feathered and fleeting and flying away? maybe then. count the3 seconds till i see your face and the walls are empty there are no footsteps here we dont touch the ground we float we dont need legs to stand on

did i mention that i found the garden of eden the other day? its painted on my back in every colour imagineable every scrap of the rainbow as seen is fishscales and diamond rings did i mention that i carry it with me everywhere. ive taken to mirror writing. ive taken to breathing you in inhaling you like hallucinogens fuck you and your false realities i want to kiss you unconscious reeling and dreaming well go to sleep in a storm and well wake up miles away time will fall in the gaps between the bars well never see her again. does that hurt you? are you sad? say something please

i ramble on for a million miles

you cant say anything to change my mind you know

i hope you know that

you have perfect diction and you dont forget your commas and i forget my mind sometimes its swimming the gutters with the stingrays and the killer whales that rot beneath your feet

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