man i wish people would stop moaning about their boring political views especially on their boring tumblrs, and read marx and engels instead or something, even mazzini or machiavelli... how can you claim to have a grasp on politics if you haven't even got familiar... YAWN.

alfie moon

distortion is the moon pulling the

tide- the sand, a

domino effect but in rewind

lunar sea, it's 2.30 in the morning and the

vines begin to drain the white, stars

perforate the night sky like pin headed

predators, and the moon a white hole effacing the

earth, sucking the sea through a

straw, her hobby

it's easy to see how it aches, we

celebrate the death of a villain in a mirror that

reflects golden light and malachite, all the while

distortion is the moon pulling the tide down

punctured face, no

hesitation to be the pawn of a worthless man and his

ego, the system keeps it's prey myopically

hazd to sustain balance, an

equilibrium between manipulated and man

ipulator

distortion of the mind

mapped out from lust and contour

lines shaping crows feet planted from

eye buds, distortion

is the moon pulling hooks afraid,

tearing the skyline, the black coat is pulled

off, all white, and hands are tied.

nine to crush a skull and nine to

gain a brain, only

one to remove the mask and one to

plant the seed-

slashes and slashes and

smoke obscuring the light,

the white, and closing fists grab

the night, but

noise engulfs the moon and her

suitors in the stars. smoke still obscuring

the sky, we see none of this.

The dew is just symmetry of

constellation, the earthly consolation for

loss of our innocence

but even so, the dew still evaporates

in the morning.