(2014)
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now