Vespa

It's going fast
Grey zebras
Grey zebras
Bluring sky
In your crying eye
Off-center world
Orbiting your
Radiating brain
You are not
Insane
Off-kilter
In your being
That causes your
Seeing
Of ways in different
Different
Lies
And sighs
In a cup
A chalice
From which you drink deep
Thinking you
Shall gain
And instead you
Feel used
It dosen't last long
There's a song
Pulsing, pulsing
Climax
Scream!
Silence, silence
Shallow breathing
A light
With hair
And skin
And tooth
And nail
Stop
Ideas, your ideas
Impossible
You ask
No more temptation
Seducing
Your creation
To feed
The cogs
You try to prevent
There's a wall
Blocking your chalice
Of sighs and lies
Your throat is dry
Moisture of the thought
Stolen from your mind
Wait,
Wait!
Let's rewind
No, you say
Fuck time
Rotary flies
Pry fingers
From your head
You are dead.

Poem by Currie.

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