.Stuck for months thinking
:When’s life gonna quit playing. Stop winking
.At what I’m saying. Left to keep slaying
:Dragons with my spells and the mace I’m flaying
.My place suffers from displacement. And I ain’t got time
:On my side; I’m only playing by myself but in my mind
.I reside. Wringing my hands to keep my fingers from writing
:Head struck by lightning; makes my hair stand on end. And the lighting
.Keeps my face all fed. Still hungry, which is why I chase
:Delicious dreams. Walk around asleep with no space
.For my requiem. All lace is what I see in the scene.
:Rough edges get sanded off. Three lines of sight make me keen.
.What-am-I type questions left, so the answers are alone
:Who I became yesterday on the phone
.Can’t be the same at home. That’s why bags get packed.
:And under my eyes are only weights I have stacked
.All awake until I’m off my back, or these walls back off me
:I am the energy you lack found in a tall black coffee.
.Prosperity blue prints I’ve drawn up are shipped off
:All I have: novacaine words that get lips soft,
.Windows under brows (mirrors behind those),
:And a warm fiery furnace beneath a wet kind nose
.I sniff out fun. Either that or a vamp’s life outta the sun.
:Try to stay too hot and get burnt
.Sesame sensei me ya. If I can’t earn, then get Bert
:to put me on and get work. Brand new sweatshirt.
.Goddamn my neck hurts from carrying this genius
:Ingenuity and creation larger than the penis in these jeans is
.Geez, I dunno if you’ve seen this, so hear it:
:Quit praising the parrot when its talons are so apparent
:.And I’ll dim the hell my talents raise and take my merits