8-7-17
Head in the clouds,
Where the fans dull their blades,
And we're all spinning,
Keep the heavens cool.
Air conditioned highs
Breathe me into a new place.
What a euphoric feeling,
The release,
All pain.
The anger
Licks its way up my throat,
Stomach on fire,
And a place in the world
Next to you.
Stories of connection
Dislocate knuckles on your roof.
Lines of you,
I've heard all about what you do,
Written all about
What such a thing has been.
We keep climbing, though,
Expecting the rings to break
On this ladder.
Balance and sway.
Extremity-
Familiar face in a world he's dreamt up.
Sketching diamonds on a platform
Based on a trip,
To the sky and back,
Sinking into Satan's pool of blood,
For there was no promise we could trust,
And nobody ever taught us how clean
Life could cut shit short,
No knife sharper,
No wound deeper,
No secret safer,
No drug harder.
And still, I could draw conclusions
Like an artist,
Give me the world,
Give me needles,
Give me you-
Release release release.
Flames dance,
Red and blue,
Fluid motion,
Watch the fluid take souls
And never give them back.
Watch the straight magic
As it leaks through you,
Wondering what the devil could want
From dreamers like us.
Wondering, though,
What he doesn't already have.
Hope's four letters just like you.
You light up like the city lights,
I light up by the city lights.
I never meant to search you for darkness
Like it's illegal,
But we've been running colors,
And the darker, the deeper,
You tie your bricks to my ankles,
Get me to fall
Like you knew what it took,
And the extra weight is something I can't feel,
But you own up anyways.
And I'm down.
I'm down down down,
Sipping spirit.
No accident this good
Just happens,
No attraction so deep,
Isn't an addiction.
No fate this fucked,
Held us down.
No trust this dark,
Held us up.
No drug this hard
Does this.
No love this high,
Doesn't hurt on the comedown.
- (m.m)
Written to some Zack Hemsey
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