Drop off the key,
There are that many invasions to
our thoughts per second
flight from the muse so quickly
the walls are caving in.
You know it is a strange time to be alive
everything is clear
then in a mere increment
more than 1 second but under five,
it could be deducted
from the other side of nothing
or maybe it’s between the leg and the thigh
wherever that exactly falls
and she runs, and runs and can’t get enough of anything and is so sick of the man who is taking her for granted.
Lee and set yourself free.
It’s not good, it’s like that bacon perfume ad from the 70s. It’s confusing, it’s unfulfilled unspoken and aggravation. Dear Dom, why is sublimation such a driving force of anguish? I wanted a definite ease of certain things, not this repeat whirlwind madness Discipline with the time that itself.
But you know
I don’t believe that time
is a thing
and that’s always
and set yourself free.