Down

I’m a drive by murder scene with a view from the kitchen window.

Split screen from underneath and down below.

We all float down here,

up there?

Where? In the clouds?

Where planes fly?

Sorry, baby, I’m not religious.

Rocketships go sky high but haven’t found HIM yet.

#justsayin’

Got me on your Instagram,

Not Twitter – that’s for a damaged man.

50 character limit,

What if I’ve got 51?

Cut it down, cut it out.

I won’t be repressed

Depressed

Impressed

Dressed for success

Naked.

Here’s my soul.

My heart.

For the taking.

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