The things said mined
The last day of September
The last of your kind
The speed of
The sound of
Sort of like
Sorting mechanisms
In the age of mechanical bulls
And at the age of five
Fiction founders fathom fallow
You put a lock on a locker
You put your left foot in
You fly down a country road
With the windows open
You wish you were a drummer
You know when to put it all out there from the get-go
Or at the immediate vs. at the ready
Vs. ready to wear
The things you visualize afterward
The time you've spent saying the things you have to say
0 comments:
Post a Comment