Make no sense
whatsoever.


Some of my friends live with cats
or dogs, for that matter.

Therefore, Make up numbers which will make no sense to
anyone but you.
Ten-thousand-and-sixty-eight, twenty-four-and-a-half,
seventeen, thirty-one, ninety-six.


I'm not trapped within my hollow,
I am free to know no sanity
Owe no clue
Own no burden.

Worn heels
Torn dress
a wig
a pair of shades
a mess
an ass

Stick around
Says who?

Am I tradition?
Gold of centuries to pass?
That's where I'll place my claws
(bury my crown in the sand
where I too belong)

Been taught to recollect
Thus, always safe
From past
to tear apart the self
From what it's not

Deceive
your guide to
be your friend
Replace her when it's time.

Arise
the time is here
The place is now

Aside, the hands
aside, the eyes
Don't look at me
Don't talk,
I have already seen
every single picture
have already taught you
all I know
I wish not to learn
I wish not to wish
For the more I wish
Ever the more I want
Play around with letters
A step away
Each step closer
to the edge
Wish not for the edge
Wish not for the
e
d
g
e
You WILL fall.
Will fall?
Fall
the will
You still oughtta write
Hand on
A mix tape.
all white.