Old writing and very old writing
08 Sep 2011 Leave a Comment
Girlfriend’s in a coma
Koala’s in a shelter
It’s a bad day to be
A pop-star with a dark-side
Or a husband with
A child bride
Or a bush dweller
On red rock
Got to get better
Got to wake up
Rebuild and
Drink cool water
I could be in a coma
I’m a city dweller
A dark-side and a temper
But it’s all make believe
And my Koala’s getting scary
Tentacles from his face.
What a meat-puppet diatribe of a birthday.
I douse myself in rubbing alcohol and prepare for another year.
i feel alright
and i know there’s many things i’ll never do again
but this morning i feel seventeen full of promise again
1000 thoughts and wonder come into my mind
like a space voyage returning
shimmering
everythingallatonce
i’m a good man
in the kingdom
of doom
but it’s alright
she her shake
see him hold her
see them kiss
it’s going on
everything
all
at
once
i don’t need to dance for my supper
i’ve got heaven in mind
my shelter is not stolen
nor made of broken bones
i watch the loneliness
but don’t fear it, ’cause i know
its name
everythingisnotalone
i’m nice, but not nice enough to break laws for.
