november 1988
november, 1988, saw a terrible crash (and couldn't help but laugh)
my ear pressed against the glass on the wall of a photograph; my forehead no longer sweet with the holy kisses worthy of your firey lips.
i was floating in a peaceful sea
"rescued" by a sinking ship.
if i could become the servant of all - no lower place to fall. you watched me like a
ten car
highway wreck
with detached, vulgar curiousity. this looking down at the tops of the hats of us passers-by from our seventh story window...from such a height you missed the creatures too small for sight.
carry on, covert conversation,
and the misguided insects crown'd me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration!
after years with this crown on my head i've grown overfed, unconcerned, and comfortably numb kept busy indulging in pleasures of the wealthy
someone make me afraid of what i've become!!
at the first sign of possible trouble i turned my heels and ran
oh, i'll never learn.
my life is a cup of sugar i borrowed before time began and forgot to return, it was a matter of time.
i always said i was going blind - it was a matter of miserable time.
but i heard somewhere there was a cure for useless eyes?
my ear pressed against the glass on the wall of a photograph; my forehead no longer sweet with the holy kisses worthy of your firey lips.
i was floating in a peaceful sea
"rescued" by a sinking ship.
if i could become the servant of all - no lower place to fall. you watched me like a
ten car
highway wreck
with detached, vulgar curiousity. this looking down at the tops of the hats of us passers-by from our seventh story window...from such a height you missed the creatures too small for sight.
carry on, covert conversation,
and the misguided insects crown'd me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration!
after years with this crown on my head i've grown overfed, unconcerned, and comfortably numb kept busy indulging in pleasures of the wealthy
someone make me afraid of what i've become!!
at the first sign of possible trouble i turned my heels and ran
oh, i'll never learn.
my life is a cup of sugar i borrowed before time began and forgot to return, it was a matter of time.
i always said i was going blind - it was a matter of miserable time.
but i heard somewhere there was a cure for useless eyes?