kickinglovers

Here is the time for the sayable, here is its homeland.
Speak and bear witness. More than ever
the Thing that we might experience are vanashing, for
what crowds them out and replaces them is an imageless act.
An act under a shell, which easily cracks open as soon as
then business inside outgrows it and seeks new limits.
Between the hammers our heart endures,
just as the tongue does
between the teeth and, despite that,
still is able to praise.




I'm not erratic, I am tired. I feel, but my eyes don't see so well. I feel like a tarrantino movie, special effects and subplots galore. A festival of drug taking violence just erupted on my conscience. I'm not being played, I just charmed the director into letting me live like a puppet for a few brief moments while my heart chatted to your eyes. Lyrics bubble around my head, just as she sang. Like some overrated prepay movie when the tv won't let us turn it off. I'm not tired.. I am cautious. Flick my hair to the wind, I'll wear my smile like a sleeve. These days press into me..
Stop pushing, you'll get your turn.