Blown out
You are the pill I pulverize And snort through my septum You make my brain blow The dirty pile of plowed snow Leftover beauty In the corner of the parking lot You melt Trickling down my sewer In an attempt to drown my rats You can’t negate something That was never there Faker than instant potatoes You pretend That I’m not smarter than you That the finish line isn’t visible That I can’t see through Those tinted windows But your curtains are sheer Matchbook boy With your slender stick of fiery wood Keep dancing like a trick candle Burn yourself back to life After I extinguish you