GROGGY BOREDOM.
Fresh out the box here’s your new skin.
Weathered and soaked, whether or not we choke it down.
Stifle my grin, at questionable sin. Text,
concepts flying overhead, whirlpools in thighs,
as working tools lie on cold cobblestone floors,
and meet the cheek that overheats when eyes run up the skull.
Then Fear multiplies as ten thousand knives cut and become dull.
I never learned to speak out my mouth
but my ass has found a voice
and takes away my choice of chosen words.
So hide me in the suburbs,
change my face and teach me grace
with a ninja-like movement, formed from stars.
I’m scared of cars so I stay on the pavement,
shoes tightly glued to the asphalt.
Insurance man, I’m sure I can pay that monthly fee.
Attention fails as I see the tail fade from the car that hit me.
Black and white is all that’s left: As pain turns to white hot heat,
then thoughts go dark and fall apart, as I turn into dead meat.
