Pretty as a Picture: A poem

Pretty as a picture in your tight little dress

Gonna impress

Gonna make a mess

Jumping them fences just to get around

Making no sound

Calling everybody to the edge of your weakness

Me, I’m making no noise

Me, I’m travelling the length and height and sound of

The highway

Building, stumbling in the face of security

Some reality, put your lipstick on

I walk alone

I throw stick and stones

I talk more shit

Than the miles that flow

I can’t see

I can’t walk

I can’t feel nothing and nothing is real

I can’t hold on

I can’t hold back

I can’t feel nothing and nothing is real

‘Cause nothing is me

I’m always falling

For the tips of my icebergs

Start walking fast

Keeping running to there

But it’s not real

You can’t see nothing cos nothing is real

You can’t hold back

You can’t see

You can’t feel nothing cos nothing is real

I can’t hold back

I can feel back

Swimming in the back of the tank

Paralysing

Jumping

You’re not real

jo vraca