Hand crooks in temple persuasion
Yeah sacrifice the straight line for a throw
Be like a crow for me
Be a splinter shadowing a proper frame
My thumbnail is a voyage
My birds my lines my calls
Down is the sanity
Reached it and found a world of metaphor
Surf craze and feathers
Blackbird wrong bird
Wrong life wrong style
Each line a feeling
Each an experience
Searcher verse
I get it when I don’t
I kill it when I do
I think of San Francisco often
I never think of you
cryn
(via aliunderthesun)