floating spider string through the air
my home is in need of serious repair
i’m heading to some foreign space
to investigate other alien insect race
where all my eggs can hatch
and meals crawl to my nest
the suns always shining
my dinners always squirming
but my spacecraft mothership
has no GPS
or kind intentions
of where i’ll rest
Right before
You fall
Asleep
What is it
That you
Think
Doesn’t make
Much sense
Does it
Or does it?
It does
A clutter
Of thoughts
Hope! And fear,
Sleep and thunder
Floating through
My hazy wonder
I hope my dreams are as good as my thoughts
Right before
I fall asleep
Are there bands other than touche amore?
A guy comes up, looking pretty 8-ball
Snaggletooth smile, sits down at my table
Puts his arm around me, starts to share his information
(Source: fishsbirdes)
