Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Redder

2 ounces of ferocious
red rope licorice
piled atop my skull
chemicals seeping into
each weeping follicle
I’m aimin for the fifth element
I feel the tension in my toes
that timer better
hurry the fuck up and
shout at me
already
cause my forward persona
is aflame
and I've gotta wash it
clean again

1 comment:

.throw_away. said...

fuck yeah.

i love that last line...

"and i've gotta wash it clean again."

mmm. you rock.