Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
iCantWait
Had a dream
In it I went to sleep
And had the same dream
It seems
It’s mocking my reality
Obviously
…Wouldn’t need the word “honestly”
If we had any sort of honesty
But uhm
We’re in a world where the word is a shotgun
Hers a weapon
In
Any second might blast
Waving white flags turning red
As they finish the job
That’s the reverend and god
Even minutes are odd
Watch ‘em tick on the clock
Clock switches to watch
On my wrist as I walk
Towards alarms
As they go off
I turn and see her next to me
Her eyes moving quiet
And I wonder what they’re telling me
Wait, never mind
For the 22nd time
I turn on my back
Fame gets you money, Hollywood takes it back
Now the ceiling’s telling stories
I tell it shut the fuck up
It’s really kind of boring
Or
Maybe I’m silly and I cannot take the moral
How glory is a hurdle and the rest of it is history
I love it how she gets me
I wonder if she’s with me
Or if it even matters when our matters fit gently
I wonder will I mind if there does come a time when she proves that she really is against me
Think I’ll stop the rhyme for a second just so I can have a little bit of time to think about it
Fuck it
On to the next subject
On to a new budget
There’s fun in my stupor and I’m loving how it all comes together while I’m weeping
When it comes to my future I’m like stevie mixed with sleepy and
I can’t wait