Lungs & Strings

Well, that was clever,
ipswitch.
Don’t take this the wrong way,
gerber.
It’s not you, it’s me.
Can I thank you guys enough,
hellion.
Words can only go so far
before they explode
on impact.

A swollen heart
can only take
so much failure.

Keep it coming,
jeremiah.
Let my soul seep
into your lungs.
The moon can’t sleep
‘cause evening has
her reigns on high.
Bellow at the sky,
septure.
Local file it
three rings deep.
Spring the little strings
that make up my lungs
cry rivers deep
and then sweep

it all away

into the desert dust.
Pulp me, finny.
Let me find your
vocal chords and play
them like violin strings.

Multiple strains that
concur singing into
a straight-dead
give-away. Strings
Keep on multiplying
until they take up
the whole damn universe.

Well, that was funny,
jumica!