Court Smothered

So strike that match and smoke then you say me first

You be what you be I don’t mind you and don’t care

Could it be these little blue green yellow clouds

Floating all around that carry the message we seek

Think for one split second it’ll end in the concrete

Sea and for you yes you you’ll never know or see

Your eyes will bleed before the end of the so called poetry

And in the end if that’s what you receive it’ll be the absolute

Reason to think you aren’t at all what you thought you would be

and in all honestly I don’t care I’m old enough to drink

And all alone on last call and not at all minding

I was the one shooting six shooters and heroin in streets with the sun dying

Without ever doing heroin but yes cocaine but not heroin and not cocaine

If it were me typing in this letter scene id be dead

And I am these are re released words filling your little screen

And I really did end it my misery so to speak without cutting.

I am me and I am breathing the dirt are you can you will you ?

No sadly you will not nor will you reach the end of this

And it will be them the many standing above you and your defeat

If you don’t decide not to ingest those leafs from that fucking tree

but you will they wont mind at all that their dying by you buying

And know your nothing and will be for eternity stuck there for being you

Will you not strive for some thing immaculate and do as of now and breath

So wont we dance now and end this oil filled sea and drown pretty

And be the tie wearing ones they seek so frequently

Or could we just read and enjoy the art scene and float a bit

And learn and grow upon the open grass and its wild flowers we see

And then decide to live life one day by day and not seek multiple answering

Maybe

If

Just

Maybe

Some thing

Might just change

If we want

It

To

Be