Friday, 16 August 2013

Voodoo Child

Sometimes I light a cigarette just to watch it burn.
Long and lean, auburn tipped like a sharp lesson. 
Tobacco grey like the drug that was my day. 

Full lips pregnant with promise.
Blowing out empty inconsistencies, 
Hoping to inhale a bundle of truth. 

A dusty balcony for a stage. 
A soul that's always been of age.
Deep down, I'm just a voodoo child.
Waiting for you to subdue my rage. 

Magnetic and electric -
Planning my next move.
Wondering what's the point of it all?
Swaying to my own groove. 

Inception set.
backgammon ground. 
concrete jewels. 
Making sense of it all like a bunch of fools.

Hypnotic elixir - 
in the form of isolated truth. 








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