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Flat Out
by Johnny CrimsonTrip-sylvania never comes
Waiting in the gallows
Read the knife and wield the book
The trip to Spain
your plane is borrowed
So center on and unto me
God I can't sit the way it feels
Fuck into this icy earth
Tribute to the powers that be
Sleep sneak into the streetlight
On the grass and the jam jars fly
I felt what I wanted while she slept the night away
I was in you and out the window
before the Sun had a chance to rise 08/22/2008 Posted on 08/23/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 08/23/08 at 03:04 AM i felt what i wanted, interesting that someone was left there before the sun had a chance to rise, as if they were ledt behind to stay in this perpetual place of abandonment where it never gets to be a new day, only the day they were thrown into the trash. |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 08/23/08 at 03:06 AM oops, once again i mess up on the comment. left not ledt. and not the day they were, the night. the day is over in this case. so its even worse. all the best is all behind them. |
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