Gettin Jiggy With It
I'm not enough to know better, to know better you and me we talk and speak these words about the 60's and High Mountain and Werner Herzog - I understand! It's about the black and white images we communicate what chaos, the city at night - the composer with the alto sax at midnight he said STOP STOP STOP it's at dinner we're listening to glasses and paper plates being moved around and at the end we'll glue it to the surface and pin it on the wall. I got it when we sat on a plaid couch and yeah, all that negativity, I'm positive I'm sincere HAVE YOU EVER KNOWN A BROTHER like god, we played music from the 90's and it was foggy, but make sure to clean up the excess because asthmatics should watch out. I'm screaming, hugging, shaking your shoulders you should know I don't understand the me that lies within you but I'm wishing I knew the me that intersects and maybe why the me I don't see is inside of you. I'm not taking supplements eating peanut butter and banana sandwiches off a postcard from Elvis' house, framed in gold in the photo booth, the jungle room where we noticed the little things, not shag carpet on the ceiling. I've lost interest but gained insight, lost feeling but gained emotion, what you didn't know about mutability, it never ends there is nothing to be permanent and last and so we run and walk and slowly crawl around a center. I just, jesus, I saw jesus in a tortilla just now like the grilled cheese on eBay he's calling to me from clouds come back like ex-girlfriends I secretly, narcissistically still wish were still in love with me only to deny them absolution. I'd be honest with you, with sweaty hair and stinky t-shirts I've been wearing for days and never wash. I'd be true to you forever or until I go home. I'd stay here for a while, I would if we had pancake mountain and by gosh you really believe this don't you. You're serious. You're absolutely into this. This hyper-aestheticism, this pure light, this over-romantic, too beautiful imagery pinned to the wall all nostalgic and yearning - YOU BELIEVE IT. And I'd do it all again, if only to sit on that grassy hill and stare into the sun before I roll down, laughing and screaming for it all the way, YES YES YES I'd tattoo it to my wrist - YES.