where did the idols go?
if you could remember...
we as sovereign letters of light
inn, O yeah, there was no room
and yet the words survived...
passively pyramid ing
and the snake was Her before you were
for the ones with green thumbs
and yet we stutter over what is believable
at least the traffic is slanted
drivers driving to their dens
awaiting inert coiling
like a wolf acting like he cares wether
or not a tie is double breasted
even though it makes me look like i give a damn
but not like this...
because when you wake up with make-up on you feel it
and its on your pillow
until wash day.
when everything feels clean.