Glocca Morra Leech Mansion
fish swimming upstream, fish swimming upstream, fish
swim up stream. all that i could say, all that i could
say was i’m sorry for feeling lifted up by all of these
insides full of all this reason left to decimate. worms
will crawl and squirm with all the sounds we’d make. i
could try and reason with the passionate, the bold
mistakes. are you in or are you out? are you in or are
you down to get a f..cking twenty and just drive for a
while? it seems, at least i hope it does, that you
would rather be here than among another swarm of bees
in the crowd. you have a certain look that just breeds
infatuation. oh! brave me, oh, woe is me: i can not
find the words to spare. i’ve learned to sit and
breathe with time but time still chooses to embarrass
me. i got a taste, a taste of the wooden life but i’m
not going back for more. it starts to fade when it’s
shown in a certain light so i re-request the world
again. i know a kid, a kid and i think he died. you are
a city with your buildings rebuilt each night. what
crosses lie here? i’ll sweep the floor. what houses
here need fixing up? i will admit it, i’m a little bit
late. i’ll take the west wall out tonight. i think you
look just like a season in this light. all the spaces
filled with backburn cases, i want to crack them all:
one) my voice was shaking on the phone – hello! i swear
you’re not alone. two) i’m sure you’ll make it home
just fine – you’re smart and good friends with the
night. i’d call you just to hear your voice. it makes
my toes start tingling, it makes my hands start drawing
shapes, it makes me smell like fruits and grass. oh,
criminal, you have stolen what i left behind all the
racks, where i thought it safely kept. oh, you are
warm, even when your hands are frozen cold. oh, i don’t
mind what you’ve done wrong in your life.
