a lingering stench of true love and spit
please don't call me a fool.
i simply wanted to say what i've been thinking about.
it's alright to be floating around without a ball and chain.
i've forgotten the way you move and the way you touch but i remember it
glimmering in the dim candle light. it simply gives us chills to know
the truth about the one who knows the darkest secrets of our shadows
i couldn't begin to get the time right as i waited in earnest
for the fucking candles to burn down
and remembering the music and the smell and the emptiness
surrounding our every sustained echoing thought
i fell asleep after work every day on the couch in the living room
until i knew the one thing that was waiting beyond the limits of my aching step.
step after step, it becomes a savvy ghost in its hesitance
and the answering machine's full
and the coffee cup has curdled
but the smell delivers me into a trance of comfort and soft desire
in its descent i gave you a completely different side
compacted into a 2 door car and roaming the countryside
i looked to the empty passenger seat
and the dead cell phone
and the one match
and thought
perhaps i won't come home tomorrow
perhaps my home is out west beyond the great American mountains
perhaps it is in fact on the east coast
or the next western coast
or the southern islands
but i checked my tank
and i've been running on empty for as long as i can remember
the one butterfly has remained dormant
but the tone and the laugh and the way the ghost reached out
to feel the touch of physical realm
i lay my head down and felt the cold glass and disappeared
beyond the candle that was left half mass
and awoke from a dream underneath stacks of vhs's, dvd's, mp3's and documents brimming with check marks and empty squares and physically mirrored
i remembered the taste of focus and sweat and the... locust
and i cringed at the familiar bounce of the boots and the sweater
and distorted the bass frequencies
until the broken sub-woofer decided to get up and leave
for it desired to remain in quiet reflection in an ally by the mill
i experienced your withering call carried
by the draft of openings in the relic of the state hospital
and felt the sting of your cuts and tortures
and in the morning
the coffee was fresh
the room mates snug
the cigarettes collecting in the tub
and the extension of an embrace
with the warmest spirit i have ever encountered
a lingering stench of true love and spit
the complex cling of a true best mate
that wonders what will occupy his day
and exiting the apartment to greet the disdain
of the winter sun
i could taste it and it began to change into a bitter acidic aftertaste
the flowers and trees pointing towards the ever-moving organic creatures
as the cars pass, their eyes pointed towards the north
i clenched a lighter and read a message you had sent
and utterly surprised and with the utmost glee
decided it was time to leave
goodbye what could have been
goodnight my dream of structure
the sphere of hope
the tunnel of trees
and the street-lamp's rotating eyes
and the old wise tree on the corner of Hancock
in a blazing fire i saw the rabbit emerge
covered in soot and ash and drenched
it became a cackle and a ridiculous lysergic wild eye
drunkenly set on the lawn and amused Eric had cried
and it turned my chest inside out
and rage pumped through my veins
and everyone knows its a fucking Lie
and it became another shadow of something i do not want to repeat
i turned around, sipped the beer, and began to finally believe...
i simply wanted to say what i've been thinking about.
it's alright to be floating around without a ball and chain.
i've forgotten the way you move and the way you touch but i remember it
glimmering in the dim candle light. it simply gives us chills to know
the truth about the one who knows the darkest secrets of our shadows
i couldn't begin to get the time right as i waited in earnest
for the fucking candles to burn down
and remembering the music and the smell and the emptiness
surrounding our every sustained echoing thought
i fell asleep after work every day on the couch in the living room
until i knew the one thing that was waiting beyond the limits of my aching step.
step after step, it becomes a savvy ghost in its hesitance
and the answering machine's full
and the coffee cup has curdled
but the smell delivers me into a trance of comfort and soft desire
in its descent i gave you a completely different side
compacted into a 2 door car and roaming the countryside
i looked to the empty passenger seat
and the dead cell phone
and the one match
and thought
perhaps i won't come home tomorrow
perhaps my home is out west beyond the great American mountains
perhaps it is in fact on the east coast
or the next western coast
or the southern islands
but i checked my tank
and i've been running on empty for as long as i can remember
the one butterfly has remained dormant
but the tone and the laugh and the way the ghost reached out
to feel the touch of physical realm
i lay my head down and felt the cold glass and disappeared
beyond the candle that was left half mass
and awoke from a dream underneath stacks of vhs's, dvd's, mp3's and documents brimming with check marks and empty squares and physically mirrored
i remembered the taste of focus and sweat and the... locust
and i cringed at the familiar bounce of the boots and the sweater
and distorted the bass frequencies
until the broken sub-woofer decided to get up and leave
for it desired to remain in quiet reflection in an ally by the mill
i experienced your withering call carried
by the draft of openings in the relic of the state hospital
and felt the sting of your cuts and tortures
and in the morning
the coffee was fresh
the room mates snug
the cigarettes collecting in the tub
and the extension of an embrace
with the warmest spirit i have ever encountered
a lingering stench of true love and spit
the complex cling of a true best mate
that wonders what will occupy his day
and exiting the apartment to greet the disdain
of the winter sun
i could taste it and it began to change into a bitter acidic aftertaste
the flowers and trees pointing towards the ever-moving organic creatures
as the cars pass, their eyes pointed towards the north
i clenched a lighter and read a message you had sent
and utterly surprised and with the utmost glee
decided it was time to leave
goodbye what could have been
goodnight my dream of structure
the sphere of hope
the tunnel of trees
and the street-lamp's rotating eyes
and the old wise tree on the corner of Hancock
in a blazing fire i saw the rabbit emerge
covered in soot and ash and drenched
it became a cackle and a ridiculous lysergic wild eye
drunkenly set on the lawn and amused Eric had cried
and it turned my chest inside out
and rage pumped through my veins
and everyone knows its a fucking Lie
and it became another shadow of something i do not want to repeat
i turned around, sipped the beer, and began to finally believe...