You wear those kind of hats that tilt ever slightly with the perfect brim listing to one side of your head. Your neck is so skinny that your collar chokes off thought.
The endless journey towards wisdom, from a man that knows nothing at all.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Friday, September 17, 2004
we've spoke of circles before/in the back of barns over coffee and rolled arms/cannibal miners have turned vegetarian/where's the beef on your palate now?/mrs. carterwig is stuffed with children up to her britches/I saw her tongue-in-cheeking me talking to single ms. apple/who said you weren't the one and only?/ten thousand repeated sentences for bad behavior two years before/and I'm only sorry for what was not/you've all gone and got scared and bought houses/"the past is still here, we're just choking on our own blood now"
Monday, April 19, 2004
Friday, February 27, 2004
A prophet comes in disguises
The black boy cigarettes me in surprise
He smoked out my thougts of wise
She brings her cat and spices
I wait with caffine eyes
Knowing I will only prolong looking
When sitting at the edge of seats
Why should you lie if you feel sweet
To me it's all the same as the next week
Still locked and seeking a key
The black boy cigarettes me in surprise
He smoked out my thougts of wise
She brings her cat and spices
I wait with caffine eyes
Knowing I will only prolong looking
When sitting at the edge of seats
Why should you lie if you feel sweet
To me it's all the same as the next week
Still locked and seeking a key
Monday, February 16, 2004
And if that wasn't enough
maybe your watching now and still can't decipher all the questions in your wander head
it was clear in the colorful sigh of discontent
You shoulders protruded larger than your voice
angry clammy lads jumping ship and calling lifeboats
rings of coal ready for igniting
Subside the truth for momentary pleasure
your light shines blindly
my eyes storm shadows
widow's peak under hats
there is web to life and here it is
tangled and torn your forlorn life is mine
like a cliche
maybe your watching now and still can't decipher all the questions in your wander head
it was clear in the colorful sigh of discontent
You shoulders protruded larger than your voice
angry clammy lads jumping ship and calling lifeboats
rings of coal ready for igniting
Subside the truth for momentary pleasure
your light shines blindly
my eyes storm shadows
widow's peak under hats
there is web to life and here it is
tangled and torn your forlorn life is mine
like a cliche
Friday, February 13, 2004
I thought maybe you must know
All of the seconds just then and remembering
Here I am
notwithstanding
Still
Hands in pockets
Still
Calling the shotless
Barely on the ledge anymore
You can change your fortune
I can change your mind
Knock me back into somewhere
Just begin to want
money will kill me
I followed a habit down a hole
He took me to a deeper earth
All of the seconds just then and remembering
Here I am
notwithstanding
Still
Hands in pockets
Still
Calling the shotless
Barely on the ledge anymore
You can change your fortune
I can change your mind
Knock me back into somewhere
Just begin to want
money will kill me
I followed a habit down a hole
He took me to a deeper earth
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