adjusted raze you took a wrench to what you felt said it had a crick in its neck so your wrist became god to alter what you couldn't without a tool you never used on anything you couldn't kick your breath it smelled like gasoline your hands were black as coal your hair was heavy with the wet your work made i need a shower you said i'll run you one i said a shower ain't a bath well i'll run away instead i'll borrow what i can't buy and steal what i can't beg for and sleep beneath a tarp too far away to touch and say look what the day made me look what it did when it died it's beautiful as sin and ugly as the shape i'm in 240314 what's it to you? who go blather from