it's not safe in here

it's not safe in here
and i am the wind
straight from the frock and greatfully exhumed
free, willing, and spoken to the thoughts that only feed
with the intention to grow
oh. oh. "this is not what you should be doing..." we'll say
when
we see them all striking down the holy mother of

guns sketched and loosely drawn, sloppily drank with the breadth of an epic
possessing the power to leap so far into the air - flying even - yet
never.
learning.
how.
to.
land.
drowned in the sea, held under by the hand of (trust?) (God?) (capitalism?)
bleed.
stop the bleeding.
bleed.
-just pour pour pour yourself.
-pour me?
-poor you.
runaway finish what you start dying of a broken art sensible in all the best craze an implicit fascination forgotten and fleeting like an overplayed song


little boy, it looks like you could fly all along