Keep him on his path?
You are his path
A straight line of asphalt
born to love
and he arrived hardwired
plunged in profound contemplation
No hands interfere
with the way that his nerves end
this is a strange story
a very strange life you’re in
Another friend of mine,
Mark says,
”If the world is plastic
then we can change it-
But we must burn it first before we weld it”
Human beings with human dramas
melt into deep puddles
And we splash and play
in these pools of destruction
like two ecstatic children
It took everything we had
to gain absolutely nothing
And what else did he say?
something like:
”When we’re insane
it's a long way down
but we can reach great heights too”
But I can't figure out
if I am low or high
as I roll along this wave with you.
Everything happens the way
that it happens
the way its supposed to
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She’s clawing the air as if she never held on to anything
and her claw marks are black contrails in the sky
that weep down eventually
acid rain, hail mary
we are losing you... we are losing you
her eyes roll back into gray no-matter
...they have never seen love....
she’s clawing the sky
after three hours of reaffirmation
she takes two bong rips of positive attitude
she is running on scheduled task, she got a real job
she is changin the world
one frivolity at a time
scrubbing mold off the pebbles in her fish bowl
its in these little things that we find hope
she found peace in her delusions
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Submission Name: PUKE YOUR SERMON
