Cosmic Sink
Hello all,
what is the plot
to self deceive?
a freckled face?
a white skin?
small boobs and long black hair
bluest eyes a hot body and a slacking leg
inked skin, sinked but linked mind and overflowing light don't blink?
fell in to Darkness...
cosmic sink....
that have a click but feel like a trick...
I have just dug my way out of this prison
to hear the birds sing, cricket crick
my dog's face lick
a hot handful of shit to pick
breath the air so free check
all the boxes of being alive tick by tick
love should click with a responsive blink
a back blink with a think
watching sunrises to sunsets, majestic moons I wrote in ink
to let all my thoughts to sink your mind's kink
yes I did not blink
as you cheat me and lived my dream devoid my junk
all my mindless creation of a punk
who lived by a deep endless think
fear, tear, wear and pear that loved the bear of wink
gave the light of his mind a search for love to sink
labeled as a regular joe by a regular hoe who chose to live by a rectangular regular shiny mass produced joe a messy skunk
walked upon the altar of ancient ruins searching for meaning without a mind, chasing meanings in tarot card readings which don't tie the ends of your great void in you...the one you gaze upon whenever you gave a gaze in the mirror reflected flunk...
you deserve to feel your void in your every breath because you choose to expand it drink by drink
instead of an ego shrink, you cut our link without an eyeblink
King H. Ironson
I will get a big dog....
need to find ways to get a rig!!!
a rig to travel the world
let's see what the world is going to throw at me
being alive is majestic
after a very long time
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