Bleeding Button-holes

The world seems so fast its running orange

And bleeding whorings into the landslides,

I Wish I could be normal.

But not too much.

I want to be normal enough to be able to skip, leap, trip through time

And land into the tomorrow side of death-goodbyes.

And listen to death-rings yell out of the radio,

And still be able to smile at the flipside of your arsenal.

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