© VPC. 2016. Palm tree tops. ARR.

daedal

Sometimes my life is screamingly
pink

Sometimes is strikingly
shit

Somedays I fly
up high

Somedays I copiously
cry

Sometimes I wanna cut
my fists

Sometimes I just need
a kiss

from myself, contained,
under
mistletoed skies.

Sometimes I wanna eat some
fries

Sometimes I wanna puke out
lies

engrained on my brain
from others 
dirty lived lives.

Somedays I wanna close the
dripping taps

dripping fouled rain
from man-made filthy clouds
onto dumbed down crowds
onto open wounds pain.

Someday

Sometime

Some massively grainy eyes
will drive out of grizzled roads
will crawl away out of mind moulds
will vanish those old foggy grises

to see
again.

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