anew
I forgot to go, now they call me a no-show.
But when I come out it’s to kiss your ass
because giant dirty books opened my mind
to waves of smoke
My house burned like a cigarette,
slowly and I didn’t watch as I lost
my life.
I was touched by humanity.
The naked fingers caress my body,
right before they lean back,
grin their grins and hit you down.
Don’t try to hide your eyes.
Things can be seen across
the wrinkles and ruins of
your dirty, broken fingers.
Pieces of glass, shards,
into your little holes of vision.
Keep them on the ball,
you are on a mission,
keep your head up high,
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