scribbles
(2008ish stream of consciousness)
earthworms and icecream--sandbox heaven--angels in inhibition
let yourself free of exasperation--open your mind, don't think about it
water fountains and boys
and motorcycles and mirrors
where the time went no one ever knows--
body parts and blood soaked crosses
earthquake drills and the broken hearted--
your thoughts are your thoughts and you don't have to hear what you don't want to hear--
abandon responsibility responsibly--and let your heart break-
explode in time and leave yourself free to dissolve in the fog--
holes in the ground the size of holes in your head--
i told you i loved you but now that is dead--
we will begin again at interphase--and end before our time--
the planets still orbiting, people still hurrying--but i'm stuck underground with my muscles peeled back exposing everything--the television shows show all that's not real about what you feel
but you believe the misconception--the globe spins untouched while inside it is a beating heart--while everyone hurries around it
only one can stop the spinning and free it--
the waves are dispersing but the water still flowing
around and around and around
like my mind spinning round and 'round n round
in shambles and scrambles
earthworms and icecream--sandbox heaven--angels in inhibition
let yourself free of exasperation--open your mind, don't think about it
water fountains and boys
and motorcycles and mirrors
where the time went no one ever knows--
body parts and blood soaked crosses
earthquake drills and the broken hearted--
your thoughts are your thoughts and you don't have to hear what you don't want to hear--
abandon responsibility responsibly--and let your heart break-
explode in time and leave yourself free to dissolve in the fog--
holes in the ground the size of holes in your head--
i told you i loved you but now that is dead--
we will begin again at interphase--and end before our time--
the planets still orbiting, people still hurrying--but i'm stuck underground with my muscles peeled back exposing everything--the television shows show all that's not real about what you feel
but you believe the misconception--the globe spins untouched while inside it is a beating heart--while everyone hurries around it
only one can stop the spinning and free it--
the waves are dispersing but the water still flowing
around and around and around
like my mind spinning round and 'round n round
in shambles and scrambles