Cold Revolver

I have a secret I get shot with words a boiling sehnsuct blush sailing up my spine as I cringe under torrents a-shattering all by one single foot story crashing through bouldolorious concrete as a landscape pins me to it. But to it to it is dash colon a drowsy bubble in the neck to spit ooooout a mumpsimous clump of brown sugar popped between the toes A gale of pinball tilts varnishes my skin as I believe what I see. Want to see me bleeding and to hear their cries of "why do" and "like you" "I" "fall" "in" "love" whats given to me A foot so large that I would have to dare to see it's face Yet that is gone! Lost from the chamber and all I see is smoke cumming out of my mouth As thick as the mist that swallows the giant within me I've given to capitalism my love But words will continue to fire and giants will continue to dream of who they will meet who sees the murder weapon and wants to put it down