Here's the deal. Open your eyes. Don't say a word. I'll tell you why. You're living a lie. But you deny, you ever lied. Wondering why. Bury your life.
There's plenty of girls in the sea. And plenty of seeds in a lemon. The trick is to trying to stay free. When it's never that great to begin with. The surgeon performs precise little cuts.
You were a child. Crawling on your knees toward it. Making momma so proud. But your voice is too loud. . We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects off plants.
Whenever I drift by the unknown. Feign like I notice a fundamental tone. The fine pedals open and close offended. More explanation and nothing shown. .
Dead in the water. It's not a paid vacation. The sons and daughters of city officials. Attend demonstrations. . It's hardly a sink or swim. When all is well if the ticket sells.
My green silken river and two lights. I could almost touch the free walls. When we were evicted from the heavens,. Fast clouded-over bumbling eyes. Now peering out through a sinking.
It can't stop now. The signs keep changing on me. Like a shimmering bell. Long waves enveloping me. And my plastic mind,. So chewed and shrieking all the time.
I can still hear the reflections in the air. Feeding time. Either hemisphere if it's summer there. Seeking you, taking a dive,. Streets realigned. Ooh ooh ooh.
Sometimes the windows combine with the seams in a way. That twitches on a peak at the place where the spirit was slain. One foot leads to another. Night's for sleep, blue curtains, covers.
The water is warm,. But it's sending me shivers.. A baby is born,. Crying out for attention.. Memories fade,. Like looking through a fogged mirror.. .