1:00 pm 02/20/07
My inspirations are killing me
But they’re not good enough for them
I run down the stairs
Through the back door,
The floor is moist with the last rains.
I slip
Through the door way of
My father’s wine shed
Fall to the floor
I cut my arm.
Get up quick
Surprised at my quickness
Reach for my 5th malt
Pet the dogs,
And wander through my parent’s house
Out the front door
To the showcase of my solitude
The neighbors are watching me
I feel their eyes
And I walk
Back
And
Forth
Smoking my spirit
The fastest one I’ve ever smoked
And drink my red horse
I’m like my fathers palm trees
Young
Yet dying
I hear palm trees aren’t even native to California
Every winter
They develop some sort of disease
Have to be pruned
And taken care of
Because every winter
They end up dead
Unless there is someone with them
I’m a palm tree
Yet a strong one
I’ve lasted many winters on my own
But this one hurts me the most
I have no one to take care of me
But I won’t let myself die
No one gives me the help I need
I could let it all go,
But I know it would hurt me so much
Knowing their feelings without me
Theres no one I love
Because I know everyone I know loves me
Yet I love no ONE
And I love them too much…
Standing next to the statue of sailors
And the dog with one ear
I finish my beer
Hearing the sirens in the back ground
Evidence that someone has done wrong
In someone’s eyes
It could have been
An accident
I finish my beer
And put out my butt
Make way up the stairs
Back to where I was
And where I’ll lay
Before I go to my grave
At 10:00 p.m.
My rebirth
Where I shine
Whilst I think
I can shine much better
Somewhere else.
But they’re not good enough for them
I run down the stairs
Through the back door,
The floor is moist with the last rains.
I slip
Through the door way of
My father’s wine shed
Fall to the floor
I cut my arm.
Get up quick
Surprised at my quickness
Reach for my 5th malt
Pet the dogs,
And wander through my parent’s house
Out the front door
To the showcase of my solitude
The neighbors are watching me
I feel their eyes
And I walk
Back
And
Forth
Smoking my spirit
The fastest one I’ve ever smoked
And drink my red horse
I’m like my fathers palm trees
Young
Yet dying
I hear palm trees aren’t even native to California
Every winter
They develop some sort of disease
Have to be pruned
And taken care of
Because every winter
They end up dead
Unless there is someone with them
I’m a palm tree
Yet a strong one
I’ve lasted many winters on my own
But this one hurts me the most
I have no one to take care of me
But I won’t let myself die
No one gives me the help I need
I could let it all go,
But I know it would hurt me so much
Knowing their feelings without me
Theres no one I love
Because I know everyone I know loves me
Yet I love no ONE
And I love them too much…
Standing next to the statue of sailors
And the dog with one ear
I finish my beer
Hearing the sirens in the back ground
Evidence that someone has done wrong
In someone’s eyes
It could have been
An accident
I finish my beer
And put out my butt
Make way up the stairs
Back to where I was
And where I’ll lay
Before I go to my grave
At 10:00 p.m.
My rebirth
Where I shine
Whilst I think
I can shine much better
Somewhere else.