your mind is foreign countries
sharp as ninja knives, dumb as
spit off the eiffel tower. and
heavy air (but not just april)
clouds horizons i’d maybe rather
not reach
when i talked about waves it was not
sinusoids and i promise i understand
just not you
and my sinuses are clean
my hands in black sea salt
and i just don’t know who you are
i need surgery as much as you
need a belt and i want all those knives
kept blunt, by making sure
your words are not. and yet
even patheticness
is a part of my noble ancestry
and sweaters, well, even the itchy ones
keep you warm
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what is this about?
(and did you mean "your words are not"?)
i second kerri's question, and also say that this is really really good. but it kind of made me feel grumpy.
this reminded me of MAAATH CLAAASS
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