JFK

monster in the shape of things to come.
i am here but have not been.
when i dream, i dream in black and blue
contortions in the form of a relapsed child
Lacking in social skills.
What if I play the right song?
Will it alphabetize me in long-form?
Cryptic in all the wrong ways.
Victory(!) S.B.T.C.
You mesmerize me.
You memorize me.
Then forget each cell of my being.
And if you’re small enough could you unlock the door?
Uncomfortable may not be the right word.
Maybe you should buckle your seat belt.
We are going for a long ride.
My walls are bulletproof thick but Crumbling nonetheless.
This shooting/writing spree

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