Packeting in my powerful swings
New day new week new York no dreams
What is it all to me?
I should give up on clarity for others.
Stretch my bones and wrap my tongue
around licorice stilts, I'm taller than you!
Sap the juices of all the meaning
and wonder where it all went wrong
when (whether) it did, I do not remember.
I care for how though as it affects me
but not for long. I mean, I shall care not for long.
Miss me miss her miss me, miss and mister
Two millenniums lived, one life long from
a stone's throw.
Cloud cloud cloud hurt hurt laugh
