Monday, January 30, 2006

That Sinking, Silly Feeling That All Is Lost (Even Though It's Not)

It's the only way to pass the time
Place my ear to the wet ground
Feel the weight of guilt fall on my head
Exploding liquid oxygen sink deep
Through open pours, open lips
And I will sing
The very prettiest harmony my voice will allow
I want to know it all
All he knows, all she knows, all they know
Because when I have a drink with friends
I stare into eyeballs
Pools of knowledge and experience
They stare into mine
And my blue's reply with the blankest fucking look
I never knew I could give
So let me twist open my skull
Remove my brain
Bury it deep under the leaves
Under the dirt
Throw pages of novels and little green seeds on top
Let it grow!
Grow to the clouds!
And then I'll finally be sociable.

No comments: