first impressions of the next day:
a hornet repeating its sting.
worn out, woke up. pull out,
pull up you think... is it
always gonna end this way? scratching names off the
phone list. is it what you
take or what we give away?
that makes your heart feel
less homeless? you've only
pushed the splinter deeper
in. another hook in your lip,
losing whatever war you've
been trying to win. a million notebooks just like yours,
full of weed and whine.
you're a character in
everybody else's short film.
You didn't have to be one in
your own life. You've only
pushed the splinter deeper
in, losing whatever war you've been trying to win.
rapid fire. gun for hire.
i hope he blows your smile away.
