I can’t sleep in rental cars or airlines, yo And so I keep a deck of cards for down time. The road and other solo christmas and valentines. No it’s not the hobo’s wish list I had in mind. Then when I’m free off a mission I’m sorta like filled with ennui, indecision, and more strife. Life long bouts with depression, lone fights. Down in the town of unheaven, I’m fine in time, though. Standing with the will to start a bike up hill with pride. Ringing the bell and riding straight outta hell. But waterlines fine like ink from porcupine’s quils Are etched beneath my skull, but that’s all.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Sep 2013 11:57:14 +0000
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