Didnt turn my right blinker on
but at least I used the right lane.
I tie myself in ties and ties
and I really cant explain.
Understanding the understanding
is okay with me
but, what do I do when
there is no understanding me?
Find myself and find myself
looking at airplanes,
and skies and clouds
and meaningless things.
I try to stop the cigarette breathe
from reaching my brain,
but it takes those five minute breaks,
and I make no change.
Im as lady like as a lumberjack
with shaved legs; Im graceful
like a damn turtle race.
the one thing good, the one thing
that I could only hope for
is the people who love me anyways.
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