jr brown

hounds me now as i clown on his little hurt
it feeds me leeked like a green mistake sinking
shaking feeling myself linking blinking and leaping
rolling steeply down a field that lost the ground
pounding as my back is rounding from impact
its a tact that make me face the fact that even to extract
wont distract and retract actions made to mishap
mis-purposefully but still angrily and deterrently
make me me

bliss blistering bliss

i don't know
and wont pretend
but watching you repel unnerving
expelled a deriving march
makes me smile
for a while
but how to change
what does become
me
i was alone
i took a ride
i didn't know
what i would find
There.