Scientific Uppercut - Sad Velvet Clowns, Pt. 1

Stare me down, you sad velvet clown
You’re just waste and left overs
Stare at me, save me, empty broken mirror of complete reflection
An itch left on my teeth that I won’t stop scratching, swollen infection
Sugar you’re sweetness is sour, look at what words I’ve swallowed
Sweat stains the strips of cloths ripped at sweet passions
While I’m at home again alone with no room to let breath take a hold
You let me drown in my own existence
Harness across hollow eyes, as early June days dance without abandon into sleeping screens
It is pouring midnight blue through dark oak doors, without a lock to stop the upsetting sun
It’s so bright I can’t it, I can’t take this
The day time with the lights out, promises to an end of summer Drought, calls undo attention from me
From me. From me from me from me from me undo attention from me from me
It causes undo attention from me from me from me
Stare me down, you sad velvet clown
You’re just waste and left overs
A letter on a dresser, never sent, never read
Explained the complicated situation that we had
Dear forever you’re proving to be never
Journal entries of a broken set of hopeful memories
Said something about what you were supposed to be to me
Less of a land mark and a lot more of a lover
Midnight attire for a lusting encounter
The Devil had his ideas and was sporting about them too
Goodbye duration this forte night vacation
Leaving me at odds without moral direction
A one night stand without a light left on
Did what I want because you’re never here
Soil your wears to wipe away my white wash tears
Now cabin floors with feverish feelings to this summer masking forever
I’ve seen the sun only for the last six weeks and I’m out of movies to watch and video tapes
It’s been either hours or days or weeks or minutes, time is making fun of me
Not even a couch for sweet loving company
Hyper slut barely surviving
And now you Stare me down, you sad velvet clown
These cool summer eves are thieves drenched in luminescent bodies
Stealing my sleep or so I think
I can’t sleep because I haven’t been awake
Guiltless detentions of moral convictions, senseless decision about left over lusting’s
Stare me down, you sad velvet clown
You’re just waste and left overs

Written by:
Thomas Mayo

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