talkology
hmm
My stomach's feeling a little
painful and airy,
And I'm restless restless
was tired now my mind feels
kind of like a cement block with a light bulb and eyes
At work I got a feeling
I go through many feelings
this one tried to tell me that maybe
work is all there is, maybe
I hate being at home and I don't want
to ever play guitar and develop my songs.
Ah and then I'm outside with all the
movement of the air and the infinite tiny
flitterings of leaves and grass and insects
and swarming of cars and plodding of people
and the scent of sweet decay
and to myself I say,
"The world is beautiful today."
And I let it fade, back into the white, sterile cave.
Sunflower seeds remind me of
ticks, the kind bloated with blood
nestled, nuzzled exposed in the fur
of Jackie or Doby.
I trained an old lady today.
Not old old, just to be clear.
She's got smiles and wrinkles and whiteponytailhair.
She's very personable and talkative and intelligent
and caring and resourceful. Nice kind of person.
I felt acutely aware, like a character in a game
as she conversed with patients in fluid friendliness
Such enjoyable experiences despite myself
internally sweating, Ahh..we have to hurry...
Darn, I was enjoying myself writing here
But my stomach's panicking
kind of kicking and screaming
I'm going to step outside, see if the cold does me any good.
Then perhaps lie down.
My stomach's feeling a little
painful and airy,
And I'm restless restless
was tired now my mind feels
kind of like a cement block with a light bulb and eyes
At work I got a feeling
I go through many feelings
this one tried to tell me that maybe
work is all there is, maybe
I hate being at home and I don't want
to ever play guitar and develop my songs.
Ah and then I'm outside with all the
movement of the air and the infinite tiny
flitterings of leaves and grass and insects
and swarming of cars and plodding of people
and the scent of sweet decay
and to myself I say,
"The world is beautiful today."
And I let it fade, back into the white, sterile cave.
Sunflower seeds remind me of
ticks, the kind bloated with blood
nestled, nuzzled exposed in the fur
of Jackie or Doby.
I trained an old lady today.
Not old old, just to be clear.
She's got smiles and wrinkles and whiteponytailhair.
She's very personable and talkative and intelligent
and caring and resourceful. Nice kind of person.
I felt acutely aware, like a character in a game
as she conversed with patients in fluid friendliness
Such enjoyable experiences despite myself
internally sweating, Ahh..we have to hurry...
Darn, I was enjoying myself writing here
But my stomach's panicking
kind of kicking and screaming
I'm going to step outside, see if the cold does me any good.
Then perhaps lie down.