Slodehand

Slodes new poem Low slode-hand I cant explain the fierce pain Detached reattached no change to spare Wild and free and then god help me Challenges inept failures future reaps wisdoms fury Torpedo submarine full secret in deep Save me from myself Some of my favorite songs had no meaning at all They were just songs that we all sung I grew up in the towns everyone smiles and waves like a tilt of the cap Tell me the real story Let me remember the smell of burning leaves No way to disguise your mustard glaze A shout out to humor Who doesnt believe in d-rama Escape popular and fate She had a heart Until it got swallowed Save myself from me People can be dynamite in both meanings When they take it upon themselves to forgive Should they command such a worldly care Allowed to take it upon themselves To say the World is sorry for their silience She had a lover who had control over everything except control. It was fiercely shallow Turn in my hand But still playing