Monique
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Youth.
🕑 Added 2017-10-03 03:38:40 +0000 UTC Smells like smoke.The time has come
To run.
to run.
to run.
Tastes like tears.
Swell hot and numb.
They run.
And run.
and run.
D'you know the way to "kingdom come?"
Perched on the edge of profanity.
Talk yourself down,
Back into sanity.
Back into vanity
Marveling ground.
Gripping.
Safe words, softly
Slipping
Off your tongue.
Your tongue.
Your tongue.
Sound the alarm.
Mouth full of gun.
It's done.
and done,
and done.
Can you show me to the sun?
Hot and white.
If you think it bright,
Let us go,
Let us go at night.
Perched on the edge of reality.
Convinced of flight.
Tipping.
Teasing the bounds
Question humanity.
Question of gravity.
Tripping.
Release. Wet with sound.
Dripping
Away to one.
To one.
To none.
Secrecy is the lyric of truth.
The spirit of youth
Is fun,
is fun,
is fun.
But my, oh my.
It weighs a ton.
What is this time we bide?
You decide--
I'll take one for the team.
On which side of the tide
do you reside?
I'll ride
the wavelength in between.
Rise and fall with each extreme.
Nothing will hide.
It's all implied.
Spend we our lives
Trying to find
More creative ways to die.
Try some. Lie some. Die some.
Blight my lifes bite as calm you come.
--mmd. 2008.
(Photo by Eric Alter, 9/2017)
