Sleepytime Trio Lancing Organic
Not my doing
Fooled again
Self effacing
Stood against
Push right through
Swing again
Timed with force
None left
And this inane senseless-follow
Part disdained sorted,
Forgotten second
To not a few things
While I wait for your fall line
It's an effort in circular hydration
A masterpiece of necessary distance
If you want my blood
You got to look
At the waves I bled through...
This inevitable hysterical rag attacks
And you've been had
