Jupiter. Its gravity... And stuff and things... Drum sticks and guitar strings. The bartender plays Tori Amos.... My head is with him Deserted me completely Like he did Damn head.... Like a puppy.... I fidget, I barely notice, Tori is now radiohead... And theres gravity there too... It ends when I say it ends... Thats how this goes. My poetry is unashamed Which is how is supposed to be. This tumultuous storm I keep inside of me.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 09:51:49 +0000