UNTITLED

This mind is a prison
So is this addiction

Flip scroll fantasy fuck all
Pointlessly pulling out

Frame by frame by frame
Insanely tame little beast
And a cage

Sitting quietly for once
Anxiously packed
like squirrel nuts

For the future she said
And bled

Time filling space
With pain easing the peddle
Of gas to the flame

Night sky and stains
Spinning over again
And again

Machine wash cold
tumble dry low

by: hyperkinetic~earthworm