Shael-BurizaDo
Amazon
the block is coming
you can hear it, humming, around the
corner, at least brings with it, fables
stories, warnings, so to speak.
empty leaves hands, the creek
pierce the silence, stand, break it compound
fracture your boredom, the ground
you never find him if you,
chase him, down but he always finds you,
sometimes, hangs around, simple sounds.
at first, like a late night gun burst,
bells and whistles thorns, and berries,
they will get you, this will forget you,
bitch get the drunk, zone in the set, pool.
leave the punk bitch, tempt that miss last
miss, the trees are, in the garden
past that stitch, stars in the modern, past that
miss, the real one, he loves it for fun, fun and that,
rips it together instead of passing the far turn.
you can hear it, humming, around the
corner, at least brings with it, fables
stories, warnings, so to speak.
empty leaves hands, the creek
pierce the silence, stand, break it compound
fracture your boredom, the ground
you never find him if you,
chase him, down but he always finds you,
sometimes, hangs around, simple sounds.
at first, like a late night gun burst,
bells and whistles thorns, and berries,
they will get you, this will forget you,
bitch get the drunk, zone in the set, pool.
leave the punk bitch, tempt that miss last
miss, the trees are, in the garden
past that stitch, stars in the modern, past that
miss, the real one, he loves it for fun, fun and that,
rips it together instead of passing the far turn.
