• madnessextraordinaire 5w

    Bitterness is the night
    between my teeth
    Jaws, grinding
    until someone turns the lights on

    How long is this forever
    it takes to roll a cigarette?

    I wear my spine like a wire
    and liquid
    like a lie

    The essence of September moon,
    rust and sanguine
    If November had a son,
    I would call him Wednesday.

    I only mouth the words
    the ventriloquist conducts

    It's all in the script

    Just read the script.