"Eating The Hershey Bars On Mars"
If she could hear me, what would she reply?
She's an enigma with an enema.
Tomorrow's fate is a yesterday's date in mirrored visions of today.
The future, present, and past never last long.
Burning headlines bring futures in tomorrow's newspaper.
The winter has no spring.
No birds sing or wing.
I only dreamed that I was awake.
Dancing colors on my walls bring new waterfalls.
The floor has no door.
He's at his idiot's wits end.
In a rush to go nowhere but to hell.
A sleep deprived example of the human race.
Dead in outer space.
Never to reach heaven.
Only to survive his long drive back to his home.
From the day's labor.
By Jonathan Billet - 02.08.14
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