Gone for a while. And then blink and revile. My old habits get confused.. They've been placating my mood. And selling me cheap solitude. But I've run out of reasons to pay..
Oh so the words have all been said. The feeling's old but it's new to me. I guess I'm scared to death but. Oh I just love you Oh I just love you. . Telling my friends, "I gotta go".
Old lies. Half right. Happy in love. . Long list. In black pen. Happy in love. . Loose grip, and tight lipped. Thinning your blood. Begging. Not sleeping.
Smiling sweet, she said she made you smoke your cigs all outside. This could be your last time. this would be your last time now. What's a few if the hotel don't mind?.
Shaking my teeth loose on your table. The dullest white squares I'll never be. Now that you've picked each one apart you can't look at me. I'll probably lose you now.
We're just whistling past the graveyard. Laughing in backseats and restaurants. Don't know ourselves well but so what. We know each other. Floating down from all my mixed up meditations.
"Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips. Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips. And it's just endless combinations of the same old shit.
Held by cobwebs.. Breathed the dirty morning air.. Hear the writing.. From the poet's pen laid bare.. And I would reach to you.. If I could lift my hands..
On some mentioning of thoughts and of mid-twenties tangent plots. Those sad feathery talks that float on all that. Tattered teenage applause clapped out further with no pause.
No sounds yet echoes in the room.. Loud voices telling lies to their own truth.. Here's something for you to write down in your journal.. (Never wanted to be something picturesque)..
Walking down a country road.. Picking up a pebble and throw.. You're finally moving.. Basketball killed your sentiment.. I'll race you there and say I never went..
Pin that rose high.. Watch it fly.. Heard them laughing.. Watered eye.. You keep running.. Slow motion.. You keep flying.. Cut that string.. You can't make bread with dirt..
Well I used to be a young kid.. A really dumb kid.. Racing bikes around the block for the neighborhood props.. In Wyoming yeah.. Was it all that bad..
Oh to find some peace of mind rest for the soul.. Drifting out invitingly she welcomes me.. Caressed by your hand hearing warm gales low.. I am so relieved..
Oh so close yet so far away.. Green horizon over bends and turns.. I'm killing me to get to you.. I've reached my last point of view.. (I can't help myself to it can't help myself to it)..
The little people in my head.. They push me down and make me mad.. I can't stand the way they look.. Some blue meanie stole my books.. But I'm OK some bad days..
The sky is falling.. Meet the UFO's.. There's bombs and then there's wars.. The people are faceless.. They're leaving this town.. The skay is falling..
Shifting as I lie beside you.. Warmed by all the love that moves you.. I wish I was some wonderful guy.. Left alone with no great honor.. Drinking in my tears like wine..
Beauty frogs and princes dance as one.. These words are further from the truth than ignorant.. Boxers squaring off in manly fervor.. To think the last one standing gains the bone..
I was the arrow. I was the bow. I loved it, yeah. But I'm ready to go. Now that we're here. I'm ready to leave. The whole wide world behind. . Bring back the magic.