insomniac t scribs

[gum_cheetah]

Green light the T smells somewhat like brimstone,
Or burning mulch, or those dirty cigarettes
You never ought to pay for. Doorbell chimes
Every time the doors glide open and even
After the tracks break and the door stops opening.

I’m staring at the girl my lover fell in love with.
When people nod in conversation
They sort of cave into their

Comments

[gatekeeper07]

Last two lines so good, considering Facebook statusing them.

[gum_cheetah]

thanks! I think I'll read it at an open mic tomorrow.

[gatekeeper07]

Whoa... awesome!! Tell me how it goes!