07-08-2013, 08:31 AM
"Cutting Cards". Edited
Catatonic is psycho safe,
but It's me who wears
the dead fur, a la shrink-
wrapped chemistry.
I cannot howl with
gravy-rich passion, when
my eyes could blind the sun.
Dull is the edge in winning
the high-minded marathon,
when my thoughts could level
an erudite prude before
my words slapped their ears.
A great read no longer
sets me ablaze. She-tails
no longer wag me into stiffness.
Now, it's rainy afternoons,
safely watching grass grow,
pajama-bottoms stuck
to my ass and dormant balls,
sipping heart-smart tea,
with Dr. Oz and crossword.
Interveners, saviors,
tell me they miss some of the old
music my mind could play:
the popular songs that came
close enough to the edge to
make them bellow and
fornicate in their pants just
enough not to explode.
An easy click of the personality
dial they say - as if,
as if, as if.
Periodic tables don't surrender
themselves to willpower
once the elements have
been unleashed.
Tried reworking the
chemistry, auto-correct,
add a pill here,
lose a pill there,
playing roulette at the lonely
casino on the edge of the Urals,
always losing more than
my neurons afford.
Maybe the band will
play a gentler rhythm
this time if I chuck these
all down the shitter.
Looking down at the
bottom of the well, I
see the shark that
almost ate me. I
I remind myself, I'm not
the diver, anymore.
"Cutting Cards". Original
Catatonic is safe,
but It's me who wears
the dead fur.
I cannot howl anymore.
No more edge in winning
the high-minded marathon.
Books no longer set ablaze.
Tails no longer wag me stiff.
Now I sit calmly at the
Secretary of State like
other plain-faced fucks,
acting like the music
doesn't really suck, and
maybe I'll sip latte' and
watch Wheel of Fortune tonight.
They miss some of the old
music my mind could play:
the popular songs that came
close enough to the edge to
make them laugh and
fornicate in their pants just
enough not to explode - as if,
as if, as if.
I stacked two here,
dropped one there,
played dice at the lonely
casino on the edge of town,
always losing more than
my neurons afford.
Looking down at the
bottom of the well, I see
the shark that almost ate me.
I remind my self I'm not
the diver, anymore.
Catatonic is psycho safe,
but It's me who wears
the dead fur, a la shrink-
wrapped chemistry.
I cannot howl with
gravy-rich passion, when
my eyes could blind the sun.
Dull is the edge in winning
the high-minded marathon,
when my thoughts could level
an erudite prude before
my words slapped their ears.
A great read no longer
sets me ablaze. She-tails
no longer wag me into stiffness.
Now, it's rainy afternoons,
safely watching grass grow,
pajama-bottoms stuck
to my ass and dormant balls,
sipping heart-smart tea,
with Dr. Oz and crossword.
Interveners, saviors,
tell me they miss some of the old
music my mind could play:
the popular songs that came
close enough to the edge to
make them bellow and
fornicate in their pants just
enough not to explode.
An easy click of the personality
dial they say - as if,
as if, as if.
Periodic tables don't surrender
themselves to willpower
once the elements have
been unleashed.
Tried reworking the
chemistry, auto-correct,
add a pill here,
lose a pill there,
playing roulette at the lonely
casino on the edge of the Urals,
always losing more than
my neurons afford.
Maybe the band will
play a gentler rhythm
this time if I chuck these
all down the shitter.
Looking down at the
bottom of the well, I
see the shark that
almost ate me. I
I remind myself, I'm not
the diver, anymore.
"Cutting Cards". Original
Catatonic is safe,
but It's me who wears
the dead fur.
I cannot howl anymore.
No more edge in winning
the high-minded marathon.
Books no longer set ablaze.
Tails no longer wag me stiff.
Now I sit calmly at the
Secretary of State like
other plain-faced fucks,
acting like the music
doesn't really suck, and
maybe I'll sip latte' and
watch Wheel of Fortune tonight.
They miss some of the old
music my mind could play:
the popular songs that came
close enough to the edge to
make them laugh and
fornicate in their pants just
enough not to explode - as if,
as if, as if.
I stacked two here,
dropped one there,
played dice at the lonely
casino on the edge of town,
always losing more than
my neurons afford.
Looking down at the
bottom of the well, I see
the shark that almost ate me.
I remind my self I'm not
the diver, anymore.