Read it Backwards

read it backwards
living poets
I'm taking up 3 chairs 
community is an empty waiting room
dusty pamphlets 
where's a kitten when you need one 
and Scott Pilgrim for that matter
weeping over a mid dude's rat tail
time is freezing 
a visitor in black 
I prayed for a red balloon 
and questioned it's validity 
when it came if 
love's a mirror 
I'll close my eyes
I'm losing my grip on the rope
with the loop
everyone wants to be in 
there's a constellation on my chin 
some kind of cosmic mimicry 
how to protect myself from 
my own mind 
enough of this 
we should still be able to smoke inside