Lakeside Property
Not sure why I always feel the need to preface these with something.
Feels weird not to. As if I'm just "Hey chump, here's a poem, read it."
Y'all hear that Lil Nas X track "Old Town Road" yet? Never knew I needed to hear Billy Ray Cyrus on a trap beat until it happened.
If that blends your smoothie, you might also like "Like A Farmer" x Lil Tracy ft. Lil Uzi Vert
I like this whole hickhop wave coming through. Cool to see people playing around with genre-bending.
For all those "that's not real country" folk, here's some Cody Jinks and some Brown Bird (technically blues I think, fight me.)
Anyway, here's the thing. Feel free to read it. If anyone here uses one of those e-reader speech things for the vision-impaired, how does this sound? Does the reader have any rhythm to it, or does it just feed you line after line?
Alright closing out for real. Later.
I thought something strangeskeleton felt out the closet
In the house, the paint
kept peeling off the walls
and on the bed, decay
as the wood went rotten
Never could build a house,
made a life making coffins.
.
In the morn, I wake
and the skies are grey and cloudy
Turn to kiss my babe,
is it love me or get off me
and my head, it aches
the anxiety is starting
so I say fuck it all and I make me some coffee.
.
Lips on me -
desire.
Arsonist
with a lighter.
Feed my soul,
make the heart burn.
Where there's smoke
there is fire.
.
An infant strand-
ed out there in the snow
Sh'said "Babe there's a chill,
you'd better close the door."
Close your rain-
bow, there's no pot of gold.
And there's no one to sing
you any songs of your home.
.
Fill my art-
eries with bourbon old
Loverboy
til I am dead and gone
Rip off my skin
and leave my body cold
My son,
the devil
is a pretty blonde.
.
And I said
Mama
I’m tired.
My hands shake
My eyes burn.
Hair’s thin
Heart afire.
My lovely little lover was a liar.
.
Closed the door,
the hinge broke.
No chimney
house filled smoke.
Scents arose
of burnt mold.
A lake of blood and
guilt can't support a home.