set of nikes

I give you a set of nikees 

just like me its empty

envy the cold air inside

hide behind fabric 

lab rat no maverick

no praise needed 

a mat in my coffin for comfort

often I raise this question two breaths short

often my thoughts scattered

like the nikes I bought with mud splattered and fabric tattered

Ivs

I need 

for morphine

ivs 

I see 

through moonlight and trees

smoke trees too often

caught in the haze im loftin 

stuck coughin out incoherent thoughts 

jumpin out the plane I bought

manifested through thought

caught in this bullshit

I sit with the spit bucket

and my deepest desire in a locket

what do I see with my eye sockets

a set of nikees  and a pocket full of percasets 

bet you can be numb like me

here have an IV

full of broken dreams

tear you apart at the seems

it seems we the same

whos to blame

whos to say

what you have to display

if they forcing opinion you might as well be their prey

give in and that just might be the saddest day

but don't worry for you I'll pray

like clay life continues to mold away

a rough diamond to polish

demolish imperfection 

no direction like cleaning a set of nikees 

let go of filth to allow white polish like still seas

to shine beneath on holy feet

till dirt comes again to meet

having you on the seat taking time to clean away

alone with thoughts and no pay

weigh heavy on fabric to return holy white with a sight of sunlight and its rays

warm on your working shoulder

encouraging to move that boulder further

patience no furver

for in time beneath holy white shines

a sign of your times

his smile your dime 

everybody already knows 

so no need to hide behind rhymes insulated with fragile spaghetti foam

blow it in the air like confetti when that gun gets pointed to your dome

like rome everything falls stalls and calls for a new beginning 

like the set of nikees when holy white starts dimming

bet its just like me

the thousand lives lived before forgotten nightly 

havent been home in days and found it all rotten rightly 

kindly though

row blindly

back to what straying has denied me

hopefully you could find me home

with a set of nikees and a bone to pick only lightly 

with things done that has dirt sticking like gum

not even avoiding it by telling myself it only happens to some

knowledge don't mean you aren't dumb

experiences under societies thumb

leaves you nothing more than cattle

battle with other thieves for a slice no larger than a bolt thats rusting

resting is what you should be doing

for the storm brewing needs strength

bangs you like a nail if your legs grow frail

look behind the veil for strength

still have a chance to grow beyond the angst

water flows to roots as your leaves barter with sun light

and those nikees start shining with holy white