We're running up some sky tonight on a travelling backwards dig we think we're lucky astronauts but we're only pigs I don't know why they're waving or appearing on those shows It must be someone smiling they're smiling because they glow My friends are all the others the others are my friends I hope you're into decent skin that's why I cant touch her can't touch her she's far too in Don't be so quick up with the shutters I don't mind the light though my room is rather cluttered I don't seem bothered much tonight See me running in my underwear as I determine my own plight somethings such the matter I'm simply not very right Don't blame this on the silverware just cause I eat only with my hands In the morning I'll be clammoring and playing with my band I haven't been on hipforums in quite awhile, I just thought this would be a good place to share some poetry. I haven't shared any poetry in a very long time... and i cannot think of a name for this.
I quite enjoyed this. It reminded me of some stuff that a friend of mine used to write. It was original, almost like a conscious stream of thought, very organized and real.
