poetic interpretation of tonight
Picking up glass on the floor,
My table is fucked
Breathing abnormal
Is he gonna be alright?
Sure he is, we all are
Nobody lives in the space
Between his vomit and the tiles
Fucker drank too quick
Now he’s the prince of my bathroom
And another is too pissed to relax
My cat was exiled to my own room
Dropout monks meditating to Buddha,
Getting nowhere, smoking a cig
As my cat sits on my window sill
Suddenly turned,
“What in God’s name happened?”
“hell if I know. I was only here”
“Is he dead”
“nope, that’d be too easy”
“ain’t that the truth”
“Sure Cat, everything is.”
I check on the prince
Smells like shit
Sleeping like a baby
I just realized I’m still wearing his ring
Here I thought
There I thought
I thought I was lighter
But he’s the one passed out,
And I’m the only one with a cool head
I’ll wait til the sun comes
Cause I’m the guardianangelnow
not the angelofdeath
click click whirl
time slowed down just to piss me off
shame it can’t won’t
“Who are you talking to?”
“No one really, anyone that’ll listen”
fuck,
oh, false alarm
the prince is alright
I’m still-oh a sound!
He fails about again
Making primitive noises unconsciously
Bruises on his head from the table
Vomit solidifying on his hand
Shaking like clock work,
Maybe I should shut the window
How much longer than I watchoverhim?
My eyesheavy
Spaceshipnumb
“Wait, what?”
“Not so sure anymore”
“well that’s clear”
“I’m talking to my cat”
“But whats crazier is that I’m talking back”
For a second I blink and I’m somewhere else
But only for that flash and I’m back
It happens so often I stopped “whatthefuck”ing
Long time ago
Now I’m the only one againawake
He’s passed out infront of the candle that Buddha holds
Clockworkclockworkclock
Goddamnit
where are my pretty Goddesses and Muse’s when I want them?
Nowheretobefound
Cause we’re all waiting to be found
Pitty we have to find ourselves first
Am I the only one then?
“what about me?”
“you’re a cat, you don’t count.”
“neither do you
“this is true”
“ain’t it?
“sure, sure it is”
slag voom ban Loon
I’ll go look for comfort in the moon
Fuckit, g’night kids
You’ll all be awake later
Once Ra raises again
My table is fucked
Breathing abnormal
Is he gonna be alright?
Sure he is, we all are
Nobody lives in the space
Between his vomit and the tiles
Fucker drank too quick
Now he’s the prince of my bathroom
And another is too pissed to relax
My cat was exiled to my own room
Dropout monks meditating to Buddha,
Getting nowhere, smoking a cig
As my cat sits on my window sill
Suddenly turned,
“What in God’s name happened?”
“hell if I know. I was only here”
“Is he dead”
“nope, that’d be too easy”
“ain’t that the truth”
“Sure Cat, everything is.”
I check on the prince
Smells like shit
Sleeping like a baby
I just realized I’m still wearing his ring
Here I thought
There I thought
I thought I was lighter
But he’s the one passed out,
And I’m the only one with a cool head
I’ll wait til the sun comes
Cause I’m the guardianangelnow
not the angelofdeath
click click whirl
time slowed down just to piss me off
shame it can’t won’t
“Who are you talking to?”
“No one really, anyone that’ll listen”
fuck,
oh, false alarm
the prince is alright
I’m still-oh a sound!
He fails about again
Making primitive noises unconsciously
Bruises on his head from the table
Vomit solidifying on his hand
Shaking like clock work,
Maybe I should shut the window
How much longer than I watchoverhim?
My eyesheavy
Spaceshipnumb
“Wait, what?”
“Not so sure anymore”
“well that’s clear”
“I’m talking to my cat”
“But whats crazier is that I’m talking back”
For a second I blink and I’m somewhere else
But only for that flash and I’m back
It happens so often I stopped “whatthefuck”ing
Long time ago
Now I’m the only one againawake
He’s passed out infront of the candle that Buddha holds
Clockworkclockworkclock
Goddamnit
where are my pretty Goddesses and Muse’s when I want them?
Nowheretobefound
Cause we’re all waiting to be found
Pitty we have to find ourselves first
Am I the only one then?
“what about me?”
“you’re a cat, you don’t count.”
“neither do you
“this is true”
“ain’t it?
“sure, sure it is”
slag voom ban Loon
I’ll go look for comfort in the moon
Fuckit, g’night kids
You’ll all be awake later
Once Ra raises again