Ramblings of a man who should not have a pen

[Miles]

Sorry to double post but I just felt like adding some things...

Wrote this next one about half a year ago. It's about saying things and thinking things and doing some other things.

-Shattered Glass in Molasses-

And words come falling out
Slip under cracks in window panes
Painted over solid yellow
And light is shooting from your toothy grin
Reflecting off the yellow paint
Till words let loose start coming back
Again when you mellow.

So the sun sets on the sky
Hides itself on the blunt end of the knife,
The little man’s green cigar.
A summer haze and a blue screen got you
Feelin like you’re shattered glass in molasses.
But you haven’t gone too far
From where you were before.
Round & round & round in a revolving door
On a train
In Loco Motion wrapped around your brain.
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The next one was only half done for months before I did second half today.

-Dead of Winter-

You wander alone
In a city of bone
Like the last breath of a passing ghost
Wisped away
Into the frozen cold white day
They told you:
“Don’t you ever think of a guardian angel
Without a tarblack Dovehead
To guide it on its way.”
But “Jove red cracking whips split stigma
Frosted crimson spit drips from your back!”
Is what they really meant to say
Yet somehow this won’t leave their lips.
So you let nasal icicles take their chinbound trips
As you charge headlong into
The frigid frenzied fray.
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Something a little more lyric-worthy:

-Untitled-

The light from the street
It plays to the beat
On the water and I sit to see
Like puppies we play
In our own pneumatic way
And I’m fogging from the sympathy

I know what you’re doing
And I’m sending you signs
But I don’t know how to break through
So I take another drag
And I fake another slag
Just to set myself away from you
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