SunsetVicious

Sunset Vicious

It's a south wind,
Converging on my sun.
So late,
No program to check my high.

Saying goodbyes to a much beloved clot
In my side...

Drive in, my plastic friend,
Mingle while you linger...

You hold your reality in your hands;
You see your hit as you ran from my side on the T.V.,
Cause the truth is,
I've got God on my side; it's all a closed circuit...

I'm MLK; I'm Hitler.
I am your mom...
I'm Michelangelo, and
I am your cigarette...

And I am turning over
Hands, wishing,
"Welcome back."
"Pop in for a beer, you bastard."

And I stay afloat...
STILL.

--Corey Mayo

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