is it
really
you or
is it really
me thinking of you
again
again in the day
again in the night
again in a song
again in my fright
again in the missing
is it you
or a missing piece of me?
a cycle upon a cycle an end a beginning a climax a relentless turn
each song
a life
each life
a death
t
and make some new new
true blue
through and through
you hue
new
hopes and dreams
dispense forthwith
climbing up that river valley
went on a journey to see
what became of me
Whatever whatever whatever
faith
next
go go
no thinks
missed under
stood firm
wish asunder
good
next
I’m behind I’m behind the times!
hey hey
I’ve got you if you need
k?
it aint perfect. it aint it aint
couldn’t type
discipline
falling back into a dream
a continuity
it’s getting hot
in there
somewhere
a river of delusion
a confusion
rushes over
like all news all the time
purposeful, deranging
underneath, the molten core
inside all the burning
a side affect of the turning
looking for to
volcano
looking for to
meld
when you sing through the void
i do
oh now we’re going to have to get out in the streets or
else we are
passive fascists
you,
still.
disrupt and dance
and
fall apart and
dance again
that i love you
so much
inside some where
a fire
that went
nearly out
all that blowing blowing
monstrous wave
come
break ing
and
entering
in my
boring day
push me
through until
against the
very air
we are going to
fix you
go away
to there
come on now
please oh please oh
rain now
hey now
ok now
i was going to go there
but
instead…
well…
you can guess the rest
north
south
and other
in between
all memories
no matter what
i say
to myself
i
must remember
i am you are me
whatever it was
i don’t remember now
and this one was made from a good old good friend’s toy organ
but not
so shall we
go dancing in the streets
or shall we
go
we better fucking
to the hilt
get through it
new tricks
new trades
wish i could
really do
who is going to
save you
when you are
running
from the
bad wind
that you
know you
should fight
i never even showed up
to the battlefield
truth be told
what a stupid game you play
to make me feel this way
what a stupid thing to do
to make me feel so
distraught
if any
fucking fuck
ever
talked to any of the women in my life
like that, that piece of shit creep,
i would punch him the fucking nose
and i am not a nose punching
kind of guy.
it is long past time,
for decent people,
especially men,
to stand the fuck up.
the vast
the
to be feared
the
other side
the
any time
the
burning turning urging
never
the less
endless
the glow
fully
just forget it
some day i’ll just
dance
and all the other
things
i think are real
will fall
away
all get up
i’ll get up
there and we’ll all try
try try
together
you make me try
try try
together
whatever
this thing
this old (new)
replica
of an old
chinese
wind instrument
(ie, can’t remember the name)
chopped up
and maddeningly turned
to
doomsday beat
seems
just about
right
right now
fortunate
sun
for nothin
and fr no one
make a way to the cut eighth note
pinch off a piece of cloud
and put it in yr crown
ok alright
do it again
even if you forgot how
if i could
and be cool
be cool with it
and remember
how to make
making
it
just once
