lunedì, settembre 06, 2004

Caring is creepy

i think i'll go home and mull this over
before i cram it down my throat
at long last it's crashed, the colossal mass
has broken up into bits in my moat.

life the mattress off the floor
walk the cramps off
go meander in the cold
hail to your dark skin
hiding the fact you're dead again
undeneath the power lines seeking shade
far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason

it's a luscious mix of words and tricks
that let us bet when you know we should fold
on rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped
and the whole mess of roads we're no on.

hold your glass up, hold it in
never betray the way you've always known it is.
one day i'll be wondering how
i got so old just wondering how
i never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

this is way beyond my remote concern
of being condescending

all these squawking birds won't quit.
building nothing, laying bricks.

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