Tokyo Cop Sounds
By XII
Through the speaker wires
I came alive
Went to the slim downed docks
Hasty in heat just yet
Not that no one arrived
on time
The worst players among us
Will rise up like a fetid tide
And the sample of soulful music
Seeks to elucidate my pride
Bright bright disco light
Nuanced nothings slink around
On the boats to upper town
Drank a gallon of paint
Searching for lead
To sink to the bottom
Commune with the dead
About Me
- XII
- All of this bad thinking gets boys in heaps of trouble. You know, you know?
There is some writing and shit here. I guess you could read it.
Here is the stuff that I write. Because I am a writer: songs, poems, stories. It's all here folks. No one, I think, reads this super intently and it's mostly just a nice record of my writing. I also just like having a blog. But, if you're here feel free to read anything at your leisure. XII
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