Ill: Kkc
SO VERY MUCH AWAY FROM IT ALL
I don't know when Timejust started to feel like cheap art
around me
when the painting slowly started
to fall off the walls
Longer than I remember I guess
as it seems like a breathing condition to me
something natural
this wading in crap ankle deep
trying to lift my head
to the even worse horizon they built
of leftover Hollywood decorations
they think no one could see through
But I stare
I stare you know
crazy eyes very avoidableish
looking down into myself
deep
like into some Janis garden
I long for going to
Sit there on the porch
away from it all
So very much away from it all...
Poetry by PapaFahr
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Written on 2009-12-19 at 21:04
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