torn labels

this is to Natalie and her drugs;
to th transport trains in my head

sorry 

if th rails are still warm
then you’ve been there th night before

worry

take time to wonder
if you’ve fallen black asleep
tied to a sinking stone

sorry

and if they are condescending
run them over in a parking lot

worry

forget th instances of you
and try straight to hell ;
take off your kiss,
run the hottest logic available
and drive right through the blues

don’t say / sorry ,shh

will come after midnight
forget th sunlight / stick to modern love
and understand there are many days to come

helpless as neurochemicals

faithless as Natalie and her drugs
we all should understand
                                                 th garden we stand in
                                                 this state we’re in

# posted by hardyf : 23:16