Mountains and flying me! ...
I dig the ditch I climb the tree
To bury then hang over my burial box
Peace and war! What you want from us?
But it's war that we see
The peace on hiatus on spree
I run ever slow but quickly
Running to see your eyes
They are dampened and romp
Over marshes and swamp
Darkness on what I'm fed
Darkness what you woman wore wed
Or maybe on the wrong side of bed
You girl with those eyes you fled
Open that mouth let me feel the teeth
Open your words so you may speak
From here the future looks so blank,
I told my sweet Bird ...
But she laughed and smacked me by hand
I love you enough as a friend, Wrist Band
That's what she called me, "Wrist Band"
Because I possessed so many behind my hand
And the one spelled "Joy" that my old girl gave
Had left my arm into the grave
So I joined it filled with juices of her
Surround my body with the fluid of hers
Like those lines it's all so blurred
But I drowned in those fluids ironically
I love you friend! she told to me
But you want too much, I heard her say
Blonde of hair and eyes of grey
Fluff my feathers just a bit
So that I can fly and I can flit
Liberate me in a way literate
She said this and I lost my shit
I'll let you fly but hold down your feet
So that I can keep you bound ...
We flew so high and what I found
Her legs dismembered and her arms fell free
She soaked into the sky red plums for her sunrise
All that was left was a heart that's for me
Until now it beats its wings wise and free
It whispered its bad capabilities
And when the heart began to fly
Try! I said, My lovely, try!
July 29, 2019, 4:12 a.m.
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