Achtung_Bebe
New Yorker
The stars appear to wink
at this awckward display
crashing cars
hopping bars
my dizzying decay.
Chaotic surrounding energy
matching rhythms of my mind
the bitter-sweet
of a clumsy beat
in search of things to find.
Stumbling out of fortune
tossed in disregard
heavy eyes
thunder thighs
rendered mass of lard.
Feelings of elastic
stretched out way too far
drawing hope
so as to cope
from the winking of a star.
-Bebe
It feels good to dream out loud
at this awckward display
crashing cars
hopping bars
my dizzying decay.
Chaotic surrounding energy
matching rhythms of my mind
the bitter-sweet
of a clumsy beat
in search of things to find.
Stumbling out of fortune
tossed in disregard
heavy eyes
thunder thighs
rendered mass of lard.
Feelings of elastic
stretched out way too far
drawing hope
so as to cope
from the winking of a star.
-Bebe
It feels good to dream out loud