warmersguilt

blinded by the attitude that carried his shoes in way before he arrived at the scene they were both confused and astounded a silent silver snake sneaking up preaching its jaw an omen ommiting the air pressing the life out of every gasp they watched in jazz jingling joy peasants savoring the essence                  of fresh bread loafes in the morning yearning for something to satisfy their lust their demi god has arrived their blue eyed brown winged savior preserver of old       and confidence for new

i'm a tumblr crossed t, dotted eye, dilated pupil of the aroused and petrified. a mydriatic prophet profiteering from the traffic of the caravan trafficking in the curves of my psyche like the spaghetti junction. trap house, glass house, greenhouse with rose colored lenses, with white mosquito in my pocket-- it's attracted to the sanguine in the bane of my existence-- no, the vein of my confusion, but i will not crack under the puffer test.

My mouth has the dry sensation and taste of cigarette ash It's already snowing and not a thing to do but stay cuddled up In the overnight collective warmth of my blankets I plan out a day of chain smoking and reading And quite possibly more cigarette burns in my bedsheets and books It's so cold that I'm capable of inhaling more carcinogens Then there are degrees fahrenheit I got up, at some point while figuring this out And caught myself making faces in the mirror Practicing different voices and catagorizing my characterizations As either the good guy or bad guy Still just standing and looking at myself After realizing what I am clearly doin