drunk walk
she kills the lights by stabbing them repeatedly in the optics
tangles the nerves into a slipknot and it's already tight enough
let's make the play, try the suicide squeeze in the top of the third
man, he ain't throwing heat
got a circle change lined up in the glove
or we could blend on in with the riot, overtake the revolution
make it ours
a keepsake kept in a two dollar frame
yeah, this is us in Hotlanta
and this is us in the thick of the sh*t
and, regarding the flashing cherries, it was just a difference of opinion
sun baked, the next face
on a long sit, the city park meets the miracles and owns them
like it held them in
maybe like i lost a freestyle but rightly
and everything neverminded came waltzing on back altogether
she dealt it like a stacked deck
it's probably more accurate anyway than say
reflected stars on the lake surface
battlefield scars on the bedspread
she claims them, little spots of novas
auxiliary explosiveness, she knows it, needs it
feeds off the friction, her addiction is poignancy
best remember that snapped like her smirk
her finger wave bye bye, that's all i was given
By schanzilla
© 2012 schanzilla
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