Print

It seems I'm only meeting sleep Are we meeting dream at the concrete bottom of the brody garage bridge you just jumped from who would've ever thought art school could be so sickening wearing a werewolf mask, you tuck your shirt in you said its nice to look like you just stepped out of a movie and sure, you look cinematic silhouette in the edge of a roof of a car parked under the orange sun set sky with an empty sketch pad and a werewolf mask we always meet too late after you done did it put cracks in concrete fifty feet from where I first saw you stand a pack of little birds peck at your flesh and your monster mask as I reach to touch your shoes to track the trail of where you've been The ram's crumpled horn, an empty turtle shell Sunset is an all day process, Sunset is an all day process We seem to be sinking deeper into a vat of honey glaze Shall we live, Or shall we laminate ourselves into a standard appetizing position That's the next order on the supply list Calls for reynold's wrap and contact paper Report covers and lacquer amd I here to something something I'll start a dead butterfly collection Letras de cancionesWilliam Howard Taft is appalled that as an artist I wouldn't want to overindulge in a set of Highly toxic and rare natural pigments Or beautiful paper to waste the rainforest with But friends, we no longer a need for glitzy masters Who paint gold leafs holy babies at the backs of cathedrals From Letras Mania