Last Updated On August 1, 2017
Tryna play it coy Tryna make it disappear But just like the battle of Troy There's nothing subtle here In my room there's a king size space Bigger than it used to be If you want you can rent that place Call me an amenity Even if it's in my dreams -Selena Gomez
I want to live on another plane,
This one has become too…
Shrill.
Too much hand wringing,
Too much ringing.
I’m not looking for a foreclosure
Or a demolition.
Remember when anticipation
Involved parted lips
And heavy breath?
When imagination wasn’t squandered
On destruction?
I do.
There are many architectural elements
Here that I wish to salvage.
But still, I’m looking for another plane,
So if you hear of anything please
Let me know, ok?
I realize the timing isn’t perfect.
It isn’t a buyer’s market.
Not that I’m a great buyer anyway.
All I have in my pockets right now are a few
Scared rolli pollies and
A flutter of anxious flour moths.
I guess I’ll take whatever that
Is ten percent of.
Just to be clear.
I mean a “plane” like a
“Plane of existence”,
Not an airplane or any other type.
I shouldn’t really need to explain,
But I’m finding lately,
That I’m either explaining things that I never thought
I’d need to explain or I’m
Clamming up.
Afraid that if the words escape my lips and bond
With the right molecule,
I will be hooked by the cheek
And drug down into a
Bottomless blue hole.
Shut up,
These things happen.
My only hope would be
That a merciful octopus would
Transport me back to the surface
Saying “This is not your plane.
We don’t need your human bullshit down here.”
How would I explain
All those hickies?
And he’s right.
This isn’t the kind of real estate I’m
Interested in.
I’m looking for a reasonable easement.
A plane where thoughts don’t have
The gravity field of Jupiter.
A plane with a degree
Of separation so I’m not
Choking on my breakfast
Or singeing my eyebrows.
This is the kind of
Peek-a-boo view I’m
Looking for.
Last Updated On August 1, 2017
Tryna play it coy Tryna make it disappear But just like the battle of Troy There's nothing subtle here In my room there's a king size space Bigger than it used to be If you want you can rent that place Call me an amenity Even if it's in my dreams -Selena Gomez
I want to live on another plane,
This one has become too…
Shrill.
Too much hand wringing,
Too much ringing.
I’m not looking for a foreclosure
Or a demolition.
Remember when anticipation
Involved parted lips
And heavy breath?
When imagination wasn’t squandered
On destruction?
I do.
There are many architectural elements
Here that I wish to salvage.
But still, I’m looking for another plane,
So if you hear of anything please
Let me know, ok?
I realize the timing isn’t perfect.
It isn’t a buyer’s market.
Not that I’m a great buyer anyway.
All I have in my pockets right now are a few
Scared rolli pollies and
A flutter of anxious flour moths.
I guess I’ll take whatever that
Is ten percent of.
Just to be clear.
I mean a “plane” like a
“Plane of existence”,
Not an airplane or any other type.
I shouldn’t really need to explain,
But I’m finding lately,
That I’m either explaining things that I never thought
I’d need to explain or I’m
Clamming up.
Afraid that if the words escape my lips and bond
With the right molecule,
I will be hooked by the cheek
And drug down into a
Bottomless blue hole.
Shut up,
These things happen.
My only hope would be
That a merciful octopus would
Transport me back to the surface
Saying “This is not your plane.
We don’t need your human bullshit down here.”
How would I explain
All those hickies?
And he’s right.
This isn’t the kind of real estate I’m
Interested in.
I’m looking for a reasonable easement.
A plane where thoughts don’t have
The gravity field of Jupiter.
A plane with a degree
Of separation so I’m not
Choking on my breakfast
Or singeing my eyebrows.
This is the kind of
Peek-a-boo view I’m
Looking for.
Last Updated On August 1, 2017
Tryna play it coy Tryna make it disappear But just like the battle of Troy There's nothing subtle here In my room there's a king size space Bigger than it used to be If you want you can rent that place Call me an amenity Even if it's in my dreams -Selena Gomez
I want to live on another plane,
This one has become too…
Shrill.
Too much hand wringing,
Too much ringing.
I’m not looking for a foreclosure
Or a demolition.
Remember when anticipation
Involved parted lips
And heavy breath?
When imagination wasn’t squandered
On destruction?
I do.
There are many architectural elements
Here that I wish to salvage.
But still, I’m looking for another plane,
So if you hear of anything please
Let me know, ok?
I realize the timing isn’t perfect.
It isn’t a buyer’s market.
Not that I’m a great buyer anyway.
All I have in my pockets right now are a few
Scared rolli pollies and
A flutter of anxious flour moths.
I guess I’ll take whatever that
Is ten percent of.
Just to be clear.
I mean a “plane” like a
“Plane of existence”,
Not an airplane or any other type.
I shouldn’t really need to explain,
But I’m finding lately,
That I’m either explaining things that I never thought
I’d need to explain or I’m
Clamming up.
Afraid that if the words escape my lips and bond
With the right molecule,
I will be hooked by the cheek
And drug down into a
Bottomless blue hole.
Shut up,
These things happen.
My only hope would be
That a merciful octopus would
Transport me back to the surface
Saying “This is not your plane.
We don’t need your human bullshit down here.”
How would I explain
All those hickies?
And he’s right.
This isn’t the kind of real estate I’m
Interested in.
I’m looking for a reasonable easement.
A plane where thoughts don’t have
The gravity field of Jupiter.
A plane with a degree
Of separation so I’m not
Choking on my breakfast
Or singeing my eyebrows.
This is the kind of
Peek-a-boo view I’m
Looking for.