gyrating, undulating wildly
while I'm bumping
and grinding it out
I'm wasted
leave me alone
where am I gonna be for a while?
losing my mind
it's the springtime
white wining, and crying
before tying my life to another,
living under the cover of moonlight:
I get right when it shines
my sight gone blind
and I find
a peace of mind,
a diamond fire cole mine
of desire, haven't I met you before?
yeah man i fell through your trap door,
let you come in my back door
and since, i'm feeling sour
more so every hour
of every year
I fear something new:
something true
comes from being blue
being used, left bruised,
and bemused
and belied,
feeling beside myself
and outside my self,
despite myself
i'm fighting my self
inside myself,
I surround myself
with those who hold me
until what I am is a wagon wheel,
going gray on a film reel
that chips my hands
into rusted beams:
broken seams
on stonewash jeans
and magazines proclaiming prophesies,
I lost my car keys again,
where are my keys man?
ask me please man,
and I'll help you,
I'm striving to help you
but I can't help you
if you ain't gonna let me
make a fool of me:
I see between the lines
on your forehead,
furrowed in your bed sheets,
buried red and bundled with blue,
take me back
a white flag,
sling me
over your shoulder
and do me no harm:
shepherd a flock of fools
who have lost all their gumption,
a human malfunction,
your skin is bleating
out your pores,
the sun
has blotted out your Lord
and rolled him in a spliff:
Jesus ruins good guitar riffs
and splits me like bamboo:
I'm having a good old time,
having a fool around
and biting my lip now,
confusing night for day,
there's got to be another way
to say what you want to say
without alienating your audience,
making available your consciousness
and splaying it open and naked.
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