Monday, December 03, 2001
np: aw, fuck it. i'll dance to 'decepticon.'
"giving the comma her due"
you were squelched on the entry
between ahab, the spanish gold
you got lost to the temptation
the fingers let the hold
squelched between the channels
the white noise blocked you out
left you limbo, left you caustic
and abrasive in your doubt
but man you gotta pause to breathe
you gotta do anything
don't let 'em breeze by you
don't let 'em.
threw out the tempter tantrum
right after your back
hard to hang yourself in protest
when you haven't the slack
gotta fight for every word
every sentence, every thought
you won the watch, but lost the game
a victory store-bought
but man you gotta pause to breathe
you gotta do anything.
don't let 'em breeze by you.
don't let 'em.
you were vicious and a flower
the wounds were on the hour
how was i to know?
when the stigmata you insist
was in your palms and not your wrist
how was i to know?
but man you didn't pause to breathe.
you gotta do anything.
don't let the breeze get by you.
don't let it.
posted by J. Neas |
12/03/2001 09:28:00 PM
