Pinecone

Accidents...

Aberration navigation

accidental links to softness

Displayed meters to feet, corner-office

pollen coffin rollin'-often...

The people I meet demand more than I-be

poster child of defeat, covered eyes against the ghosts in the streets

Blank crate with ah-hole in the side, forced to abide by rules despised

cocoon-never-lights, bloom-tiger on my mind

While targeting is mined from the juicy center of ah-pinecone

wish the spirals had stopped a long while ago

Author's Note

Enjoy... Or not!