Out on the street before we know it
Tomorrow is the end of all jobs
I can feel the obsession for me growing
Still no sharp objects in sight
I cry saying I’m sick of the heights
Cut me down
Run me out
It’s not too big a task
Cover those tired eyes it should help
Preserve the ego trip spun behind my back
Warning signs on the winding road
A stuffed feeling in nymph’s throats
Just met now strung on a key fob
Running paint through lips the day after night
The distance has made the words all dry up
I’m oblivious when covered
Call that living in Stevie Wonder
Wouldn’t you want to know the real names
All plots
And lots
And lots of pray
The doors of the boring corridor filled
All gossiping the same
Echoing in hearts is only one frame
Pleasures miles away leave me alone
Call a rain check
Something’s under the bed
Laughed at the script’s lines until I ached
Hunted through orgasmic wilderness
Now there are frowns in the water
Saying I’m not better than ever
That I shouldn’t seek help in new hands
Someone is in a castle with a megaphone blaring
About the difference between worms and snakes
Melting between the teeth of beauty
Teaching how to drive in a breathing labyrinth