March 18, 2019

Poem 1:

Drop some fucking bombs.

Pay attention to the alarms.

Overuse the same old shit.

Make sure that shit hits.

Sleepy time is up ahead.

The island is my bed.

The wait is long but safe.

Disregarding everything that it will take.

And for those who give a fuck

Underuse your last bit of luck.

Keep yourself from harm’s way

and find out how scared you will stay.

Or don't listen directly

Try to protect me.

Read my draft and decode

This is the only way I know how to upload.

“Straight thinking is plain speaking”

- Alexander Burkman