(Lady on a Wire and Mike Zone collaboration)
the mind is a weird mechanism
moving into exile
anytime on purpose
a reservoir of secrets
burning alive with
subliminal messages
of rebound history lessons
shaped with shiny flakes of spiderwebs
getting thrown in the wind
but never finds a place to stick
there are no happy accidents
and this world is turning to shit
feeling exposed with dark matter
bubbling up from the center
it’s part of the universe
made from radioactive waste
of distant suns
where orchestrated desires
will only last for so long
space diamond dust
will pepper the fire
with its nuclear waste
metal
no one’s safe from
marching ghosts
raking over coals
from one dimensional space
random thoughts
raw desires
whirlwinds of counterfeit
romances
all tucked away in the
asylum of locked doors
where hollowed out metaphors
walk alone
fuck love
i said fuck love
it’s all going to shit anyway
and all that’s left is our dead eyes
trying to save us all
(C) S. Lynette, 2023 (from Razorville)
Lady on a Wire 