jeebus13
Bluelighter
terrifyingly alert and lost in contemplation-
what a silly place to lose myself-
and what a grand scheme I have developed
I feel like some archetypal lunatic
beginning his tirade with a mystical look
and some crackerjack wisdom for the onlookers
empty idealism leading a kid to wonder
not what or when, but where...
where does this sullen hyperactivity lead?
dreaming awake and remembering to look for my hands
and finding that I never took my mind off them in the first place
I have been infinitely obsessed with what to do with my nimble digits!
eighteen months and a new life to live
are the only answers that come to me as a cigarette tells me
that I always knew what to do with my hands- I just didn't care to do it
visuals like an orgasm creep from the very heart of me
out to the tips of my despotic fingers as if THEY were my sex
my love, my dreams, and my hopes...
but only skin and bones and wiry muscle
stretched to their near breaking point by tics and twitches
and they act like they are trying to find something to do with the rest of me
I find myself staring and blink to hit the reset button
everything snaps back to its droll average arrangement
but for how long- life doesn't wait while I wonder... does it
what a silly place to lose myself-
and what a grand scheme I have developed
I feel like some archetypal lunatic
beginning his tirade with a mystical look
and some crackerjack wisdom for the onlookers
empty idealism leading a kid to wonder
not what or when, but where...
where does this sullen hyperactivity lead?
dreaming awake and remembering to look for my hands
and finding that I never took my mind off them in the first place
I have been infinitely obsessed with what to do with my nimble digits!
eighteen months and a new life to live
are the only answers that come to me as a cigarette tells me
that I always knew what to do with my hands- I just didn't care to do it
visuals like an orgasm creep from the very heart of me
out to the tips of my despotic fingers as if THEY were my sex
my love, my dreams, and my hopes...
but only skin and bones and wiry muscle
stretched to their near breaking point by tics and twitches
and they act like they are trying to find something to do with the rest of me
I find myself staring and blink to hit the reset button
everything snaps back to its droll average arrangement
but for how long- life doesn't wait while I wonder... does it
