friday, september 6, 2013

brick by brick by brick

im walking through dawn
nauseating and humid
i cant see the sun
but they hung up a lightbulb
it doesnt function the way they want to
it doesnt fry my brain even if i wanted to
what a pity it effects you
what a shame of a perfectly good brain
how unfortunate to turn into a fish
how sad to be served as their homemade dish
you see me through the damp and i see you
if you'd like it could just be us two
and we'll get there eventually
conditionally being us perpetually