winning big (dicks) in seattle.
the golden touch lies underwood (part iii.)
by Thomas Rowe
ALL THOSE NUMBERS MUST ADD UP
How many times do you find yourself listening to everyword?// How many times do you find yourself watching every move?// How many times do you find yourself counting all the clones?// How many times do you find yourself?// How many times do you find yourself searching yourself??
space travels in my head and for a space cadet that can be good, for a space captain definitely. maybe not. who call’s it that anyways. maybe it is in the name, maybe it’s in the rhyme.
no space in my head for yous, no time for you. barely anytime for me.
only time for you.
wandering in a place of shame within a place of wander. no fear, just as. so don’t wait for me, ‘cause nobody is listening anyways.
sucker for cookies and lemonade.