how long will it take to see, this thing that has surrounded me? above my head, below my neck, this feeling that i am a speck. inconsequential large or small, i’ll take the leap and feel the fall. a deep impact or hapless none, my will no doubt it can be done. imagine this, it could be fun.
i want to fall in love again, i want to go and phone a friend, i want to scream and cry and shout, i do not want to moan and pout, i want to touch a living bird, i want my thoughts to not be heard, kind of want to write a song, or tell myself that i am wrong cause for these things i do not long
i am getting dressed today, not to hide my skin away or protect my flesh from sin, but to make out-side appear within
thirsty feeling makes me cry
this feeling that i’m running dry
my eyes are red
my tongue is white
how did i fuck up tonight?
this feeling that i’m getting thin
is satisfying deep within
do i want some lemonade? no thanks, already have it made. life is lemons, cut and squeeze. bees pollinate the lemon trees. birds and bees and stick and poke, our generation is a joke?
alcohol relaxes me between cocaine and lsd electric pulses through my vein deliver shock unto my brain, whiskey river numb the pain
city streets with shadow feet of sun faced circling plebeians, shallow heat masked hustling ruffians hellians hell cats big rats small bats stay indoors we’re good at that. poking beats in jersey sheets.
poke out beats in jersey sheets
black clips, white flips, green slips, just stackin’ chips
first spin, young again, tell my frens i’m stayin in
