Disconnect
An alien planet seems the way to exist
in the fall wind rain blown hair
of a beautiful ghoul of past and memorials
in the graveyard headstone monotony of the existence of it all
a green four eyed bald cone-shaped shineheaded beast
in a vast emporious sea of krill
shrill
cheap thrill
and far
far
far
far
far
far
far
far
far
away
away
is the socket to the
plug
who exists
to exist
in a powerless
rift
in the sand
and the dirt
muck
grime
slime
crime
chime
time
time
time
time
time
is running
whine
to me
to them
the way it seems is how the bleeding candle burns
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NirvanaQueen1991
I am a poet, musician, and strong proponent of LGBTQ rights, gender equality, and being your true self no matter what ANYONE says. Do what you please, comment anything that comes to your mind, make you happy first. Then your dog/cat. That's pretty much it. Hail Santa. THE END.
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