i was feeling nostalgic for the days when my thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling
i remember the feeling of the muse less existence
of the drunk, bored, and listless, endless waiting for something that i knew wasn't coming
you've been ducking and dodging, but you can't come home no more
that key you've got won't fit this lock no more
you've been ducking and dodging, but you can't come home no more
that key you've got won't let you in my door
the pink tube of paint called flesh used in portraits of chairmen of boards and men who clean up streets named after those who fought for erasing the lives they now claim to protect
mamacita, take from me what i stole
oh, i get a look from you that strips me to a blank page in my soul
like the left-open window, ignored
it cuts to my core when i see you cry
understood
no confusion, you said it good
undeclared
doesn't know if it's live or dead
undesired
cannot see that its charm expired
unconcerned
when interest cannot be returned
frying and abiding, i’m in your control
like a sunbathing animal
a sunbathing animal
a sunbathing animal
a sunbathing animal
a sunbathing animal
a sunbathing animal
a sunbathing animal
a sun—
once just letters pressed in wet cement
ink turned them to names on a debtor's list
just loose leaves sat shakin' in a cell
while cinder blocks, they pile all around