incarcerated Quaker man eats oatmeal

October 1, 2011
Soft and direct dividend,
enter my tomb,and roll up my cobwebs.
Watch my nerves dance like lightning strikes
naked upon my sarcophagus.
I will be your spy,
forever faithfully silent.
Listen to the aches my body holds on the earth,
my weight on you makes your heart dip in the mildewed places.
My thunder never shudders your pillars,it only gives way like hot asphalt pouring from your cracking features.
Brick roads were always my favorite past time but I guess sometimes we don't let our currents hit the battery mark under our school of acid.
P.S I'm not the only one dancing with nails in my feet, even though metal detectors always embarrass you.

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