suckweed
fuck you, mike.
Kid Stuff
Well, I go t sleep tonight
With my head all filled up with
Things I gotta get done
And things I wish I didn’t have t do
And telephone calls I gotta make
And lines I gotta learn
And poems I gotta write
And girls with pretty collarbones
And what I’m gonna have for
Breakfast tomorrow mornin’
And as I’m a-lyin’ here, half outta sleep
Half in
Contemplating things of vast importance
I feel my bed
Take a breath
And then my whole room
Explodes
And I sit up, hit the light switch
And get amazed real quick
Cause there’s a forest shakin’ loose
From out the carpet
Trees are rippin’ up the floor
And a-stretchin’ up their twisted branches
Toward the sluggish twirlin’ a my ceiling fan
And there’s dirt and rocks a-pourin’
Outta my dresser drawers
My bed’s being eaten up by vines
My mirrors are convulsing with the new wind a-rustlin’
And my television set won’t play nothin’ but
Animal Planet
My curtains are gettin’ heavy with moss
And they swing thick from my windowpanes
There is a slow dirty fog spillin’ out like a massive ghost
From underneath my bed
Snakin’ around the big brass bars
Layin’ low and silver and all froze up
And I’m thinkin’ t myself
My mother musta put me t bed without dinner tonight
Cause this is the first few pages a
Where the Wild Things Are
And I’m up here in my wolf suit
Hungry, mean, and outta my mind with
Imagination
And out over the smooth grey hills
I can hear the mourned out savage plaintive cooing
Of every kinda sad on his own monster around
And I know that I’m a-one
And, me, oh God, I’m a-one
And by now my walls’ve been shook t splinters
By the fast escaping wilderness
That’s a-swallowin’ everything around
My ceiling fan’s turned itself in t some blurred out
Yellow moon
And my nightlight has cracked t thousands
And inhabited the deep moaning purple sky as its stars
And I am on my sailboat
In my wolf suit
Out t join them wildly lonesome wild things
Swingin’ rampant from groaning oaken branches
Dancin’ magic out in t the dust through the soles a my paws
Singin’ rattlesnake songs with nature’s maniacs
On the edge of a real
Cool
Night.
And there ain’t nothin’ in this world
The other side of a hot meal
That could ever bring me back.
Kid Stuff
Well, I go t sleep tonight
With my head all filled up with
Things I gotta get done
And things I wish I didn’t have t do
And telephone calls I gotta make
And lines I gotta learn
And poems I gotta write
And girls with pretty collarbones
And what I’m gonna have for
Breakfast tomorrow mornin’
And as I’m a-lyin’ here, half outta sleep
Half in
Contemplating things of vast importance
I feel my bed
Take a breath
And then my whole room
Explodes
And I sit up, hit the light switch
And get amazed real quick
Cause there’s a forest shakin’ loose
From out the carpet
Trees are rippin’ up the floor
And a-stretchin’ up their twisted branches
Toward the sluggish twirlin’ a my ceiling fan
And there’s dirt and rocks a-pourin’
Outta my dresser drawers
My bed’s being eaten up by vines
My mirrors are convulsing with the new wind a-rustlin’
And my television set won’t play nothin’ but
Animal Planet
My curtains are gettin’ heavy with moss
And they swing thick from my windowpanes
There is a slow dirty fog spillin’ out like a massive ghost
From underneath my bed
Snakin’ around the big brass bars
Layin’ low and silver and all froze up
And I’m thinkin’ t myself
My mother musta put me t bed without dinner tonight
Cause this is the first few pages a
Where the Wild Things Are
And I’m up here in my wolf suit
Hungry, mean, and outta my mind with
Imagination
And out over the smooth grey hills
I can hear the mourned out savage plaintive cooing
Of every kinda sad on his own monster around
And I know that I’m a-one
And, me, oh God, I’m a-one
And by now my walls’ve been shook t splinters
By the fast escaping wilderness
That’s a-swallowin’ everything around
My ceiling fan’s turned itself in t some blurred out
Yellow moon
And my nightlight has cracked t thousands
And inhabited the deep moaning purple sky as its stars
And I am on my sailboat
In my wolf suit
Out t join them wildly lonesome wild things
Swingin’ rampant from groaning oaken branches
Dancin’ magic out in t the dust through the soles a my paws
Singin’ rattlesnake songs with nature’s maniacs
On the edge of a real
Cool
Night.
And there ain’t nothin’ in this world
The other side of a hot meal
That could ever bring me back.