| Speech from an unseen award show Van goghs bark at the clutching walls Saw them I did, once And Im outside, with upside down buttons and a menthol breathing lust on one arm She burns my toast She fills in with jangles when my song wriggles off She carries around memories, hoping to be robbed It wasnt her that showed me the potato pickers growling above some scene, glistening above some eyelids, keen Twas a whole different kinda time I was guffawing with a bi-polar gal Miss july or miss french fries, cant recall... She slapped me once as i sat in town, selling blankets Perception and its affiliates rolled off like marbles Too many fireworks in my head, i thought, as I scaled her inhalation Gadabout in the mists of minds In the midst of shacks and mattresses (The general consensus is that theres nothing on us We do as we please because we do what we do And nothings gonna move our table from the door) And I believe in not making a whole deal of anything mutual Leaving only a sense for the sensual Ill only ever hitch a ride in her haze if she writes poetry on her shoes And everyones gonna love her, everyones gonna wanna excavate her trails Long after love sails the cough syrup dawn And Im all out of ideas Then she shows me a silver herring she plans to wear as an earring And the controls are just dead Obsolete and a hell of a lot like a sheet metal moon And the streets are crackling, its 3am And why is it that that every streak ive ever had has arrived alone in a battered box? With only a scribbled clue as to its origin..? Something along some lines and such With instructions on how to structure the decline. |