I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy...

Silly man

Turtle star, silly man
adjectives are preposterous
post-modern, so out of date
swallow loneliness
my pain is a drag

Die quickly, die slowly,
live tomorrow and
choke on death today.
Her smile is sober
but trapped in wounds

Kiss your imaginary friend good-bye
maybe he'll come back someday
to take you back to the age of nine

I'll never grow out of rambling
I'll never quit speaking in tongues
Me, me, me, me, me.

Turtle star, silly man
you should know what I mean.

Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2005-10-27 at 17:02

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