Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Renovation

Sometimes the velocity of a thought is all you've got, and just when you think you can stop, you notice the brakes are locked, the chains are tied, and no matter what else you try, you're still speeding ahead with your foot glued to the gas, and you're not dead but you feel like you've got shattered glass all up inside yourself, so you sit still, keep chill, fall into the groove and try not to move because you want to keep yourself whole, stay in control, find that missing piece of your soul or whatever you please. It's not something they can see except when they look at your knees and scan straight up they can follow the scream and see where it's stuck, and good luck because discovery leaves little room for recovery, but no one says you can't knock out a few walls here and there.
Throw in a jacuzzi while you're at it.

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