Posted October 29, 2009on:
Paper casualties, bent furs on my straight jacket,
Dipping the lady you savor this moment,
Eye contact is young, you have em’ you own em’.
Laugh at what’s faltered cuz it’s so fucking worth it,
Lincoln’s crossed at the knees, buckled by humor,
Cripple my emotions, big man with power,
Extinguish my foot fires; a sudden leap to satisfaction.
Stretched syllables prove overrated, simple is sweet,
Take me deeper, I long to go further,
Along for the obstacles, happiness be my bride.
Husband I suppose.
Confusion opens doors that aren’t even there yet,
Cautioning frequent stops, I’m stressing over nothing.
Pavement under pressure, concrete pays the ultimate price,
Leave behind a winding trail of kerosene snowflakes,
Gripping this pattern from the outside-in.
I need to relax, need to expand my casual grin,
Just disappear from the world and take a bath in loose skin.