word vomit from the youthful mouth of an angry mind
from the seat by my window
from september song dry to a muddy mess in April
From my ego to the composition of a bird -- I soak it in
from the whisper of airplanes to the pull of foliage to the scratch of a needle
from the slippery cough to the etch of my nails in a fingerboard -- i take it all in
from the seat by my window
i have seen the blood galloping from me, to me
outside the wreckage deep
i sleep to the tuning of misery
and through the tick of rise and fall
i slept away from it all
ignore the weight of days ignored
the snore of water on the shore
the cattle call brings me to school
i've memorized a thing or two
from the tickled voice to words of wise
repeat repeat i erase a line
from the tallies of my time
here i only have few
Presence of brown, a moldy piece
Enough to make me lose my seat
a thousand leagues of misery
enough to make me lose my feet
a sonic thought of "i don't care"
enough to make me lose my hair
i've run out of all my sick days
when will the priest walk me:
from here to chair
but you can catch a glimpse of completeness
no, but you're a witness of discontent
of plight and horror
a creature of emptiness
of days outnumbered
talk to the catipiller clinging
the demons speeding
and they'll tell you
you're a seed for your master
you're catching on faster!
grasp your last chapter
hung above disaster -- and after?
well the mole is drawn to the worm
i'm lured to the car
the worms pull at me like i'm already under
a casket is calling -- the thunder has spoken
i'm in a state of hypnosis -- never to be awoken
layers of spheres are coming undone
ripped up my draft card
but the damage is done
miles of conversation
dad like an ant from job to job
from burrow to wound
eyes getting smaller
heart bounded to the ward
i'm the result of a result from some war
nixon, bill clinton don't know who we are
kissing an ass, sucking a dick
behind closed doors dry heaving dissent
linking myself with pliers and chains
to all of the heroes -- the disgruntled age
from last month to tomorrow
i watch the barn sag with sorrow
the heavy weight of delay
the consequence of a price to pay
fear induced sickness from every system
distraction will subdue the symptom
a lack of focus prolongs the action
run away and see what happens (nothing!)
thoughtful friction gives birth to tender heat
landfill rising with each stack of debris
when it's done and good and used
energy returns to its beginning roots
life is like a box of lava
corrupt corrupt attaining knowledge
a metaphor for life is like
a broken circle up down hike
there's dark/light cold/hot bad/good matter
spinning spinning cobweb patterns
babies are like slabs of clay
some are sculpted, others decay
some works are fossilized, others disintegrate
there is no right wrong only grey
when we return to earth it's said
it's like a big long sleep in bed
but what is rest without revival
day after next of consciousness
a pill to swallow, a sweet syringe of sweet sweet sweet denile
it's been awhile since i've seen
the glory of the coming clean
something's missing from this trip
let me get off, pristine exit
i met the baker, korean leader
girlish wave by the elevator
i smiled deep i think i bowed
he bore sunglasses, was i proud?
why did i smile? should i be grateful?
for my birth or for my hatred?
above my crotch there is a scar
the moon men don't know who we are
a mother does what she does best
feed the baby from her breast
a mother's milk is the key
to sustain the battery naturally
i had a dream about a white rabbit
it hopped about me i couldn't grab it
and then a blow to the back of my head
where's the hole? where should i be led?
"it's in your brain," said my brain
well who are you to interupt this train?
i am not in control of the tracks
only the power behind the hat
i met a man on the bus
who gave me a hard time about my baggage
but he was kind and nice enough
to give me a sincere adage:
"keep doing what you do, do keep on doing what you do."
from my window i observe it all
from the rise of cosmos and the shadow's fall
(incomplete and stoopid)
from september song dry to a muddy mess in April
From my ego to the composition of a bird -- I soak it in
from the whisper of airplanes to the pull of foliage to the scratch of a needle
from the slippery cough to the etch of my nails in a fingerboard -- i take it all in
from the seat by my window
i have seen the blood galloping from me, to me
outside the wreckage deep
i sleep to the tuning of misery
and through the tick of rise and fall
i slept away from it all
ignore the weight of days ignored
the snore of water on the shore
the cattle call brings me to school
i've memorized a thing or two
from the tickled voice to words of wise
repeat repeat i erase a line
from the tallies of my time
here i only have few
Presence of brown, a moldy piece
Enough to make me lose my seat
a thousand leagues of misery
enough to make me lose my feet
a sonic thought of "i don't care"
enough to make me lose my hair
i've run out of all my sick days
when will the priest walk me:
from here to chair
but you can catch a glimpse of completeness
no, but you're a witness of discontent
of plight and horror
a creature of emptiness
of days outnumbered
talk to the catipiller clinging
the demons speeding
and they'll tell you
you're a seed for your master
you're catching on faster!
grasp your last chapter
hung above disaster -- and after?
well the mole is drawn to the worm
i'm lured to the car
the worms pull at me like i'm already under
a casket is calling -- the thunder has spoken
i'm in a state of hypnosis -- never to be awoken
layers of spheres are coming undone
ripped up my draft card
but the damage is done
miles of conversation
dad like an ant from job to job
from burrow to wound
eyes getting smaller
heart bounded to the ward
i'm the result of a result from some war
nixon, bill clinton don't know who we are
kissing an ass, sucking a dick
behind closed doors dry heaving dissent
linking myself with pliers and chains
to all of the heroes -- the disgruntled age
from last month to tomorrow
i watch the barn sag with sorrow
the heavy weight of delay
the consequence of a price to pay
fear induced sickness from every system
distraction will subdue the symptom
a lack of focus prolongs the action
run away and see what happens (nothing!)
thoughtful friction gives birth to tender heat
landfill rising with each stack of debris
when it's done and good and used
energy returns to its beginning roots
life is like a box of lava
corrupt corrupt attaining knowledge
a metaphor for life is like
a broken circle up down hike
there's dark/light cold/hot bad/good matter
spinning spinning cobweb patterns
babies are like slabs of clay
some are sculpted, others decay
some works are fossilized, others disintegrate
there is no right wrong only grey
when we return to earth it's said
it's like a big long sleep in bed
but what is rest without revival
day after next of consciousness
a pill to swallow, a sweet syringe of sweet sweet sweet denile
it's been awhile since i've seen
the glory of the coming clean
something's missing from this trip
let me get off, pristine exit
i met the baker, korean leader
girlish wave by the elevator
i smiled deep i think i bowed
he bore sunglasses, was i proud?
why did i smile? should i be grateful?
for my birth or for my hatred?
above my crotch there is a scar
the moon men don't know who we are
a mother does what she does best
feed the baby from her breast
a mother's milk is the key
to sustain the battery naturally
i had a dream about a white rabbit
it hopped about me i couldn't grab it
and then a blow to the back of my head
where's the hole? where should i be led?
"it's in your brain," said my brain
well who are you to interupt this train?
i am not in control of the tracks
only the power behind the hat
i met a man on the bus
who gave me a hard time about my baggage
but he was kind and nice enough
to give me a sincere adage:
"keep doing what you do, do keep on doing what you do."
from my window i observe it all
from the rise of cosmos and the shadow's fall
(incomplete and stoopid)