Had it not lapsed over
time o time again here say
The second round of dizzy life
would call to me so clearly now

Same as rest and rest is what I'm fearing
The illness favors sugar and hugs of course
But why should one care if he is but sleeping
Nap away disease that really is just feeding

Coarse the hair that grows on the dead horse here
The cottage of red huts basks in the light provided
A mountainous glow from way beyond the front door
of a house I find myself just lying around in

So small the people here
I watch as their noses move with their voice

I feel the third leg itching again
O god let be some reality

Awake in the alley
this was and is my yesterday
Along with puke and blood and confidence
I'll get off this street someday

10/16/2007

Posted on 10/17/2007
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