a mouse named smush

its definitely time. the rain seems to have stopped and i need it to stop
a few hours ago we were talking so very politically. you said you joined and lived in your convictions since 11 years old. you reminded me that sometimes some of us don’t forget those promises we made to ourselves. you also reminded me that some of us don’t evolve. i don’t think you’re stuck i think this is the time when you have to push harder against that thin veil of uncertainty. i know i feels thicker than it is . its like getting a new piercing its the stretching of the skin before that pop and then release its sexual in the way a long needle piercing a balloon is sexual. its frightening in the way most things are because you can’t see the future, we’re all blind that way to some degree. it takes more to embrace your path to walk longer and further to reach what has always lived inside you inside your blood rooms of insecurity. standing in that doorway for what seemed to be hours waiting for the rain to stop i wondered what madness lived inside you. what madness is running the city tonight bragging socialism breeding the grey that would run away from the idealist steering the shortness of my days what madness keeps you far from a warm bed tonight. i still post high and tight that i’m innocent and too vulgar to befriend a virgin but so kind. that’s why i stand here so close to the acidic death that is the water cycle these days nothing in hand but much in lung and liver. i think that this you won’t remember my friend this will not be the same as it was before because i will remember and toss it far away from the place you call safe and sound. this so we will remain safe and sound, here in this new year of the rat . i move through smaller pipes because i am able and the stage announcer said loud to me at daybreak while i walked nothing in hand and less in ear “ladies and gentlemen Langston Martine and the Political Screams!” so i walked faster this morose loudness quickening me to scurry under the umbrella of the new hybrid antennae. one umbrella for the rat they call nails one for the mouse they call smush i’m with you again and again my friend. 1-8 2008 “ladies and gentlemen Langston Martine and the Political Screams!!”

a mouse named smush

marston hall

Joined December 2007

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