build me a time machine

take me back

i want to go


i want to know

what i was thinking

quicksand sinking


blinking morse code


dress right,


flag in distress

cannot impress

the king

of fairytales

hopping trains

on rusty rails

another nail

in my coffin

failing too often

hailing a cab

paying the tab

pit-bull or lab?

stab you

in the back

with the crack


and black-tar

and crash your car

on your way

to the funeral home

ramble and roam

gamble and

stone the preachers

and the tax collectors

not the prostitutes

shoot Hannibal Lector

then scoot to the lecture

and scratch notes

about crashing boats

with goats

into moats

before riding on

parade floats

wearing suede coats

singing Hall and Oates





About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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