Poetry

Infiniti Thoughts

I count to ten in Infinitis
And light blunts to tunes by the Kennedys
Each track reaching back to times preceding me
By eras
No time soon is the high leaving me
Ain’t scared of
Heights and the lows I frown upon bravely
Comic Con crazy
I’m like the Air Force nosediving into the Navy
Drape me in silk spun by spiders
Nevermind them, they hiders
I heard they fruity as a cider made of apples
Ridiculous horsepower, to stomp you out ample
But it’s only once I step out of my car that you get trampled
I’m like civilians enlightened
Like a nation on shrooms
It spells doom to regimes holding back an average person’s dreams
Fleeting thoughts tempt me to express em ever quickly
The world is a ball of damage, it inflicts me
If poverty’s a costume then a little tight it fits me
So strip me
Remaining only the very taste that makes me picky

I count to ten in Infinitis

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