Where are all your pyramids? You stole my stones... Took my providence. What is a question for? Social dominance? Well stole upon my virulent, Conspiratorial penis and balls. So, stay as born, fisherman, Given, you play with your rod. No limericks or inwardness: Gibberish over impulses, Sickness, et al. Toward the emptiness I fall, Spheres and phallic symbols, Cheers, and then applause.
Seeing his window, He thinks of rain, Is this for always? Water, over my face... He thinks of charades, Seeing his heroes, He thinks about change, Hands cover his face, Is this for always?
Shadow cast across their skin, Romance, Allow me a dance along thin, White lines with darker ends. Value passed through generation, Thank you, and oft veneration, And off to the races, White lines drawn to darker ends. And Why is it, he beats me still? Alas, Answers, White lies to darker ends. Romance, allow me a dance, Along lines, dark wide expanse, Around what lies in my bed, Along legs and under hands. I watch as the white lines dance, Eyes: water, shut. Demands... Then an end to nice guy acts, I'm not the one, but for now, I am.
Lettuce beyond where fences meet, Energy drink then vodka or whiskey, Every time, Identity card, receipt. I don't care what it's called, I don't care what it costs, At the end of the song, repeat. Let us be, upon the senses, feeling, Identity play: Sinatra, Springsteen. Every time I vent, it set me free. At the end of the day, I don't care what it's called, I dont care what it costs, In the end, sunsets to dawn, repeat.
On canvas, paint, Faint inner lines, One day, help will arrive. Fox to maggots, sages alike, Not passion, lies, One day, help will arrive. Small matters, aside, Lay awake in the night, Doorways open, Like man and a knife. All that matters is survival, Today, protection of life. Black magic, paint, What makes things mine? Fate, or time? I can't say faithfully, Hopefully, one day, help will arrive.
Wide use of incense, Tight, in defence, Armside, spiderwebs, Tight looking threads, Bride beside herself. In a sense, I require less, No accidental catch, No incidental crash, No occidental trash, Private gestures, wider netting, Quiet letters for me, tellings, Over ornamental brass setting. Is that too much to ask?
You get 'get well soons' But lost one of the duo, Best friends, adieu. In the end, no hero, Ones turn toward zero, Just like one turns to ego, Just like people grow old. For, somewhere over a rainbow, Are untold highs, I'm told.
Dismantle the economic system, The high hat rings in the distance, Cocaine, racism and molestation, Hit that high hat, bitch, Like you hit children, Like you hit women, Pipes and pitches. Your last visit, I extinguished, Languished. Burns still existed, So did the fighting and killing, But this time I resisted.
I don't know what came over me, I don't know what came over me, Male poetry, waves crash over me. French toast, crepes: florentine, That from which war proceeds, Sweetness of orange peels, I call home. I don't know what came over me, I long most for social peace, Mercy from the volant beings, Open fields into forest greens. Great poet, greater potency: Hate poetry explained vocally, Bay cordial, bowl smoker, Gay gordon, flamethrower.
Fist, upon brickwork, in repetition, My impression is the stigma persists, It's an effect of my symptoms... In reminiscence, problems were clear, Upon a cliff, above the tar pits, I think of a picture with scribbles on it, It's funny, small things, in the end, Even left in place, I would jump to my death. Vodka Tonic, Kalamata olive, My impression is the addiction persists, It's effectively my existence.
A chore upon a list of meetings, My feelings mean nothing more... Relationship falls into rondo form, What does she have the condo for? A floor exists beneath a ceiling, My needs mean nothing though. Relationships, and outercourse, A chore upon her list at home, In the sky on the fifteenth floor, A eye, declines to answer the door, She says, goodbye, cries to a score, Why would I? By the by, she never loved me. By the by, why should I? By the by, by the by. By the by, she never loved me. By the by, why should I? By the by, by the by.
Aside, my issues, Aside, thy virtues, In stride I take you. Like, misuse of stripes, Continuous into night, Fighting never stopped, So why should I? Decide, rise anew, Derive from the group, Ideas clarify the mood, Deicide, I must do. Like, even is the knife, Even is day and night, Even if they survive, Smile, into a cry.
Fire, flames upon a hoop, I, am drawn. Eraser, Dissolve, dissolute. Child's play, inside a room, Drive talk, eyes and hearts, Upon her arm, should she draw? Never again can she feel loss, I, am drawn, she says, to darkness, Never again will she see stars, Never again will she be wrong, Never again can she feel love. Eraser, darker hues. Paper rips in two, Reddish shade of blue, Fire, flames upon a hoop.
Halcyon days, Hell, cyan, amazement. I saw different to said, Red wasn't waiting. Salad, dressing for cravings. Expecting men with perspective of age. Dating, is quite like smelling the rain, Best stand aside, it's different to face. Wearing a veil, wearing a cape, Wearing a suit, it's all the same, Objects, representing the snake.
Blonde moribund wonders in awe, Are you not overcome with thoughts? Dark corners of the mind overrun, What is more wholesome, bit parts, Or the dishcloth wrung out? Mob, tortoiseshell guitar, Small, popular orchestra. Long, golden, charmed, Large parts of the audience hate who you are, Hate your politics and hate your forms. Meet under the golden arches, Maybe as you see the darkness, You'll see nobody around and see you're wrong. Where were your brothers while you were gone? I guess to a sorcerer, blonde, it matters not, People treated like common wristwatches, Only useful to you when you wind them up.
Like swans meeting. Teneseee whiskey, Back upon a back, Cocaine and piercings, Neck upon a neck, Feelings, et al. So, I'm not enough after all, Dance halls, dogs and baseball, I guess you know it, et al.
Commit a crime and tell me, Uphill climb, and emptiness, Pills alter the mind, The novels I write aren't helping. I no longer deny blessings, All I had in life is French seams, Red meat and prayer beads. The movie is for the sex scene, Simple child, on empty, Pills alter the mind, Barrels this time, sweat beads. Why can't I, be like a chess piece, Alone, untouched by deadbeats? Webbing is where the spider eats, Domestic things involve police, Collective lives can then convene. A minor piece, A minor key, Minor to the ones who sing, A major deal on my journey, Despite wind, spiders scheme, What is not real is the bodies.
Street drugs, steel drums, Words of the screen dumped, String fuzz. Dum de Dum Dum, Needs of people, needs of leaders, Needs of few, needs of one. Dum de Dum Dum, Steel drum, street drugs, Ideologies, belief succumb, Jesus died hearing Dum de Dum Dum. Answer the phone, I need love, Answer the phone, obscene words, Absence of hope, the ringing stops, But, after a war, It never does, Forever and ever, it goes on and on.