gone baby

dancing with death
is nice
if you don't think twice

i never imagined you
what you would see
or hear
your sex is ageless
your form is shapeless
lust
and its just my imagination
here you entered
and i can't speak
can't think, can't dream

there's no saving
the world now
everything burns, you know
you know
or is it just me
its the humidity
its you in the room
its everything all at once
its too much
and never enough

and i'm a slave
a slave to the system
good night sweet prince
sweet dreams, but no sleep
one day
but you can't understand
you can't possibly understand
can you
these pretty words
dance in your head
like baubles on a string
i plant them
and their pretty tendrils
because we're in this together
i bet you didn't know
we are now
we were always in this
together
i spread like dust
over the ocean
my dreams are the dreams
of a thousand sinners
my heart is the eye
and my words are the shear
that gives you sight
and burns your bridges

it doesn't matter
if you like me
if you, like god
or unknown
we live in a dream
you live in my dream
of you
so hard to keep track
anymore

ok stay with me now
hold on, stay with me
don't let go
no shuddering
don't speak, don't
remember

i don't
remember
and we're
gone

cool

I'm not slowing down
I got a head full of ash
And a pocket full of dust
And death ain't got nothing on me

In these choked up streets with
coked up street walkers
suits pressed, pumps
honey you're not that fresh
don't try to sell me your shit
cause i'm not buyin

no time for most
of these chumps
plug in and download
the day's latest personality
eyes glazed mouths frothed
who are these motherfuckers?
waiting for mr. marketer to tell them
what's cool

you wanna know what's cool?

to be wild and free
like a shimmering heat
like a howling wind
whipped and fierce in the night
to not buy it
not buy in
to wonder
and feel wanderlust
and the blood pumping in your ears
and to be uncontrolled
beyond control
beyond shame
and to burn
and self-destruct
and be reborn
and die and die
and not to stop
and not lie down
and not fork over
and not ever stop
and screaming fear
and pushing still
and eating the heart of life
to gain its strength
and not ever slowing down

summer heat

short sleeves for the long haul
on the bright afternoon
baseball gloves caked with dirt
and leather smell
and the girls with nothing there
these are the things of my dreams

fresh cut grass
and the birds are singing
dogs walking
old men strolling and winking
cold hands from the beer i'm drinking
there's nothing else
hot rocks and my fingers are screaming
waves crashing
and bikinis dancing
down green streets
and in the alleys
life exploding from cracks in pavement
these are the thoughts i'm thinking
these are the things of my dreams