….As we continue to ask the near and far
Who are you?
When the response is always
Me…You should have known by now….
Shadow fingers buried in mind, persuading thought to dream beyond the edges
Lemonhead wishes squeezing out juicy substance until there’s enough to drink;
With his sour mouthed staining back of hand to wipe away the taste before grabbing pen
A golden tool for a dedicated scribe, a powerful King of the abandoned
Irony lives on in the dead as we continue to play pretend in this fucking shithole;
Extra flutterings to penetrate those of yesterday who see no future in the present
I am grateful for art ❤