Loophole Thumbhole
I told myself a feeble prophecy
when the neon hand on the psychic door
had lost its thumb
and its gravity
a savings of nineteen ninety nine
and a chance to slip smooth on
past a weak and ominous destiny
I told myself a feeble prophecy
when the neon hand on the psychic door
had lost its thumb
and its gravity
a savings of nineteen ninety nine
and a chance to slip smooth on
past a weak and ominous destiny