white-pain

Discover gumshoe men,

nude or lewd...

The righteous handle,
in the dirt.

forgot the sun,
now its all the wrong way.

need someone to talk about nothing all the time,
with out a response.

sand or water...
hand with the bucket, and
it startled me.

dead head crabs,
pinch sea's
the coin is spinning,
mind is high on anxiety,
head spinning,
tumbling,
vibrating,
ringing.

Salty waters all over the blank face.
channels of glazed passions.

not enough of them care.
staring eyes, that pierce through nada.

nowadays crushed,
people-spiders,
With the silk and shallow,
now feet with the sheet.
people like singing,
hammering the door.
all the people watching.
not enough of them know.

That their heat is shrinking with the streets.