darts & syringes

put your fucking hand spread up
spread there the wall

darts of life miss
somtimes they do not
the fucking noise of a single dart haphazardly sailing through the air within so high it feels
crashing down as if a death bird dropped from above (ready to fuck this place up)
a lollipop or sunny day
both equal when musical

but why do you scare easily
spread blood your fingers outreaching's hand
it's only gaming
relax
hold your eyes steady in your fingertips
we are all one

let's fucking pass
use ryan's diabetic insulin syringes


for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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