Gord

2025-03-11 04:39 am

Commit a crime and tell me,
Uphill climb, and emptiness,
Pills alter the mind,
The novels I write aren't helping.

I no longer deny blessings,
All I had in life is French seams,
Red meat and prayer beads.

The movie is for the sex scene,
Simple child, on empty,
Pills alter the mind,
Barrels this time, sweat beads.

Why can't I, be like a chess piece,
Alone, untouched by deadbeats?
Webbing is where the spider eats,
Domestic things involve police,
Collective lives can then convene.

A minor piece, A minor key,
Minor to the ones who sing,
A major deal on my journey,
Despite wind, spiders scheme,
What is not real is the bodies.