Friday, May 8, 2009
ryan c. taylor//gutter world
I wanna go like Pimp, Screw, and Big Moe, hiding out and sleepwalking with Jimbo the last shot got me thinkin' 'bout my kinfolk, back when I used to see him bangin nothing but C notes, lately for me it's been more blues than food, more tar than brew,more sleep than you, picking roaches out my teeth in the moon god's serenity won't be visiting anytime soon. I saw death approaching- bloodshot eyes-it looked just liked me, and I swear it called for me-commanding voice said "you look lonely", fuck father forgive me, can't kill this tick-chest won't stop pounding, father please believe me-not my fault- mind & body diseased, I fucking felt it coming-chapped lips, black eyes- I heard no angels singing. "Pops" whispered "It's all ending"- no more strung out nights, the fucking ship is sinking.
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