Sometimes, or rather most times, or rather at times, I want to write stuff that is amazing and poetic. Where someone will have read it, or amidst reading it, their head will just blow off, their heart will sink. At my use of cliches.. whaddya think?
I'm filing away with a metal file
my aluminum casts of my fingers
i'm a foundryphile
not really
i've only been once
hence the fingers, covered in dust
metal dust
maybe it's bad to breathe
in.
yhup.
