By Chad Hollis
White ceiling cakes
of soap dance around my
heady fumes waft in and out
of time and time again
I find myself alone
drunk on confusion
Greens and blues of stamps
licked and canceled thoughts
of my better self who dances
with the pure of heart
stays for awhile and then leaves
me alone with my decadence
But black umbrellas shield me
and my head from everything
of time here and again I
find myself wondering against
my will fails me so there I go
away because one man bands
don’t hurt a soul but mine
So I’ll sit right here, alone
for awhile, rotting with
dinosaurs of old thoughts that
ring true in my head forever
and it’s all so fake a cellphone
calls me Chuck and dies
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