fumbling with bloody stumps through telephone directories hoping
to find some meaning in the air between the pages.
drowning in the effervescent liquid of your love, I reached in
for a sip and found myself floating helpless. will no one come
to save me? When I'm all alone and talking to the walls and all
the termites living underneath my carpet gnawing at the 2X4's
cemented to the foundation: the very things I have allowed myself
to put so much faith in.
hands cut off.
mouth shut.
eyes closed.
Would it be so bad to let it all just fall away?
Look ma! No Hands!
This guy on the corner just told me that I was a dead men.
huh... who knew?
every morning I wake up and tell myself the air Im breathing
is not really some carcinogen but may poor head is reeling. stomach
twisted up into these knots like celtic jewlery I'm growing quite
concerned about this monster looming over me. I'm sitting in a
recess drawing lines upon a flat rock face I'm paying attention
to the sign that's marking my hard place. My pathway to the future
paved with broken glass and shattered bones. I've eaten all the
breadcrumbs that had marked the path back to my home.
ever wonder what the hell's in hot dogs?
the birthday boy's always right.
they told me
maybe I'd be ok
you've got a goddamn gift boy.
something's just not right. I can't place it. But it's just.
normalcy is leaving me. I've got no will to fight or flee. The
stump left from the giving tree is all that still remains of me.
The sky is falling, and chicken little led us one and all to be
the foxes' meal but I can't bring myself care at all.
so I'll just sit down on the couch, take off my shoes and hat,
and go to sleep, I guess. it's all I've got left.
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