What gives you the right?
To talk like that..
To conjure that and that name.
Those words put together,,,
What gives you the fuckin right?
Who are you in your own mind?
To say such things.
To stand on such statements.
Madness.
Sheer and utter, complete..
Madness.
Spirit blooms beneath the soul sea, phosphorescent and floating leaves, stems, soaking and seeking the sun…
What gives you the right??
Blues?
Purples or greens?
The clues point to a bruise,,,
Ssssss…
Shut it!
….Gives you the right?
What on earth…
dusk 