Monday, July 23, 2007

07.22.07

Without Shame or Subtlety
Mouth full of
Ashes and sawdust
I saw Trust crumble
And rust
With withered faces
Wearing Contradiction
With Pride
It's more confusing
Than Heartsleeves
But this is me,
Like Straightedge Dryheaves


Make like leaves on
Trees and
Get the fuck outta
Here with
Scragglebeard
Snaggletooth haggleproof punchface
100 proof sobriety anxiety
Aspiring Phoenix entirely
Up to whomever is up

1 comment:

Mary said...

ah, the muse at such an hour hath plucked the poetry of thy tongue for all ye to see. amen!