Mileage

Driving. Thinking of the lumps I cannot swallow. The sun covets one half of my faith. I'm a complication; it's simple. You couldn't get me to sleep if you killed me. I'm one red eye away from enlightenment. Please don't take the sun from my room. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support