pdx vagabondI’m on my way
Im on my way down, spinning in a long bus descending now, circling the drain of the town deep working my way into hells impersonations, super fan motion, Division street devotion, echoing a spicy grin, my burning face a bludgeoned tire, across the globe, seize your fire, past regret, to find a rhyme I resent relaying, playing a song to forget, rushing back into a market to hide, I confide in nothing over taken, medication finalized a dreary distillery, bound dreaming soaring incorrectly, stuttering lines of prose are those I conceive, between a ride across the grid of my city, moments of memory, distillery of liquid hope, vapor of forgiveness rising, I regret more than what’s unknown of the planets seas
A cure for acute ideation, slave nation of serenity, day starts off with a prayer as a plea for obvious insecurity, to hang with no frame, stuck to the mind of the structure, you have no bigot, no crave for rupture, so there for now, so, there, I shall scribble on the page and take a photograph, to say that I wrote a poem on my phone sounds insane in 96’….. There’s a purpose here, do I seek attention for my pain or am I purely the slave to theory of freedom within the walls of where here exists as this rambling bullshit? Like an amphetamine in the stream once begun release has advantages and done needs a gun placed between the eyes of stop
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