#Monologue: Nonsense

One day my words will be said

One day my verses will be read

Someday when I’ll have something to say

I don’t walk my walk

I don’t’ talk my talk

I don’t smile the way I smile

I don’t cry the way I cry

I don’t dress the I dress

I don’t kiss the way I kiss

I don’t live my life

I don’t breath

I don’t see

I don’t need

I don’t die

What to do?

If you can’t discharge the sewage from your home

the streets will stink

 

I sit like a little girl

Tired like an old woman

Acid* is a nice change to my way

A fourth dimension, speed, blur, reality runs faster

My heart must be on the right side

My arm is numb, I suffocate slowly

The back of my head is beaten and sore

My temple is sore

Magic water’s density

heal my legs and what’s in between

I’d love to have a perfect nails

Use them to slit your back then kiss

Kiss the wound, taste the blood

Paint my lips red, red blood

Embrace your back, my cheek on your shoulder

My naked breasts warm yet colder

My stomach on my favorite spot

Your lower back