I dove down
Into the garden of Eden
For I wore no skin
To hide my sin
I was no alien
To the depths within
For I had dined here before
I have drunk the wine
And sat up
Late at night
Surrounded by pillows
And dim lights
To enjoy each delight
My faintest inclination
The day was half over
Filled with drunks and half wits
That slowly dislodged the sane ties
Holding what edges of reason I had together
I flipped the channel
Groaned with anticipation
And slowly leaked what thick blood I had
Into a mason jar
Ready to be placed close
To lost bits of memory
I never knew were gone.
There’s an undercurrent of pressure
Rolling around like two dollars
In a drunk-night saloon.
I’m making headway on flesh insight
With no time to spare.
Gin’s hovering around
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
And two dollars keep talking to me.
Two lone shooting guns
Winking at me from the corner of the room.
I’m lost in a swimming pool
And walking down main street
Whistling a sad song to a lover
Who’s missing from my arm tonight.
It’s a long walk fishing out these memories
With my flat E ringing through
Cobblestones and lampshades,
Dubious shadows I’m not stopping to
Make friends with.
I’ve made my peace here tonight.
My undercurrent of pressure
Hanging low with the full moon
That’s grabbing at my coattails
As I make my way toward the exit sign.
Triangles wrap circles
Around my leftover love making,
Pulling straight edges towards my heart
That I’ve never listened to before.
It’s like waking up to Lennon
Screaming “Can’t buy me love”
At 1251 am.
The half drunk love making hour
Where my triangles morph
Into sloppy elliptics;
A love making spot
My patterns can’t compute.
But that’s just alright,
Because triangles don’t roll
Like elliptics do.
And at 1251 am baby,
Everything’s filthy and groovy.
I am sad and lonely
I am the glass that’s been all drunk
Walking along a long straight road
I am waiting to call your name
I am a symbol of fate
Setting my eyes upon the skies
I am a wooden chair in dusty sunlight
I am spared another year
Reading dusty books