something i made up on the toilet

blueintheface

in my mythology
ive given my gods all blue eyes
they can't watch the sun
it burns just fine

ive called in sick
for floss and ambers
and trite reimbursements in jovial song

flaunt me with some gold-plated background
bow to me but dont let your knees hit their ground
what a feeling
to be this god
for you
for your rosy-mended world spun too far the quick way

times out
must return to my razorblade armchair on that mountain
its late
these gods gave me blue eyes right before they laughed so hard

CHANGEinWAVES

the title intrigued me , the poem was great...and ur signature is awesome.....fellow Mitch lover here:)

justam

A razor-blade armchair sounds particularly uncomfortable!