live as if a jagged bone stuck out of your wrist
list everything your thankful for on a switch
light the last of your gas
& float until you reach abyss.
Ive been adjusting to medications
striving for meditation in my day to day
funny how this word play sorbet lends itself like sword play
striking necks I had no intentions of engaging
& they think its all about spelling
beat structure...vomiting the same things over n over
I think its all about telling
smelling the fear in your opponents like poperi & pompei
I'm not as old as I once was
but this city pumps nothing but young blood
& we lay in fountains in the shadows of mountains...
unconcerned with other men...other cities...accountants.
I could die tomorrow
seeds have already sprouted
I could lend my sorrow
but the trees whisper...begging just to borrow
Montrose,Colorado dances in my rear view
a single ear to the road
a few roaches in the ashtray
just another day of being alone...steering truth