I reared digital moonlight
You read its clock, scrawled neon across that black
Kismetly … ubiquitously crest fallen
Thrown down to strafe your foothills
…I’ll suck the bones pretty.
Your nature perforated the abrasive organ pumps
Spray painted everything known to man,
Stream rushed through and all out into
Something Whilst the crackling stare down sun snuck
Through our windows boarded up
He hit your flint face and it sparked.
And I bellowed and you parked
We reached Marfa.
One honest day up on this freedom pole
Devils not done digging
He’s speaking in tongues all along the pan handle
And this pining erosion is getting dust in
And I’m drunk on your morsels
And so I look down the line
Your every twitch hand drum salute
This isn’t pure poetic genius, but people, please stop judging and hating so much. K-Stew’s poem has some merits. If she wasn’t famous it might still be circulating tumblr and being lauded. Take the name away from the content and try reading. If you still don’t like it, you don’t like it.
"She told me she… she had an insect living inside her brain. She could feel it clicking across her skull, just… pulling the wires, just for fun. She told me that. She told me that but I didn’t listen."
Shutter Island (via ohkellybelly)