johncoolgun
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i've been staring at the black sun seeing neon motel signs
blinking no vacancy, sparking intermittently and flashing on and off at night
i've been sitting, my fingers shaking and being taken for a ride
seeking satiation but all i've been is faded the sound is always blocking the sight
One day I was bored and I got high--
kicking at the clouRAB around my eyes.
Wicked dread pulsing right behind my neck.
turning to switch off the light inside the lava lamp,
i contemplate thinking about a woman
clutching my paperback book in one hand
my eyes shut tightly then i'm not alone
cut up waiting, slowly sussurating that i am gonna be fine
i think about calling someone who could hear me but i don't want to waste her time
slyly smiling at all the people stretched out against the US border for miles
holding on tightly just to stay grounded, feeling dirty feelings subside
One day I was born and then I cried--
throwing up my introverted dice,
trying my luck in a fatal game of Life.
feeling my legs leave the ground
brown knees framed against the sky
i remember holding glass
but really i was just not there
Someday, I will find the golden sun,
rising up above the rolling hills,
first a ray,
then a photon-soaking glaze.
Tracking it while it moves through the sky,
Holding beams of light inside this lens,
I'll be there,
when it decides to set,
my eye a prism full of colored light.
rising from the bed, feeling kind of hungry, the worst is now over i'm sure
my mind's emancipated and i've been kind of deflated but it cleansed me and it holRAB me no more
i recall a number, 10 digits of pleasure and think about a heavenly name
excitement now filling me, cutting out the killer,
well maybe, but
at least not today.
blinking no vacancy, sparking intermittently and flashing on and off at night
i've been sitting, my fingers shaking and being taken for a ride
seeking satiation but all i've been is faded the sound is always blocking the sight
One day I was bored and I got high--
kicking at the clouRAB around my eyes.
Wicked dread pulsing right behind my neck.
turning to switch off the light inside the lava lamp,
i contemplate thinking about a woman
clutching my paperback book in one hand
my eyes shut tightly then i'm not alone
cut up waiting, slowly sussurating that i am gonna be fine
i think about calling someone who could hear me but i don't want to waste her time
slyly smiling at all the people stretched out against the US border for miles
holding on tightly just to stay grounded, feeling dirty feelings subside
One day I was born and then I cried--
throwing up my introverted dice,
trying my luck in a fatal game of Life.
feeling my legs leave the ground
brown knees framed against the sky
i remember holding glass
but really i was just not there
Someday, I will find the golden sun,
rising up above the rolling hills,
first a ray,
then a photon-soaking glaze.
Tracking it while it moves through the sky,
Holding beams of light inside this lens,
I'll be there,
when it decides to set,
my eye a prism full of colored light.
rising from the bed, feeling kind of hungry, the worst is now over i'm sure
my mind's emancipated and i've been kind of deflated but it cleansed me and it holRAB me no more
i recall a number, 10 digits of pleasure and think about a heavenly name
excitement now filling me, cutting out the killer,
well maybe, but
at least not today.