Is a seeds first stem stopped by visions of a stump?
like a skater sent  face skidding by a bump
had I not heard of a camel and his ****
I'd think think dunes to be the doom of all
double dog dared I'm here doing the undareable
the other kids deemed it too daft
I deemed all else dull i'm apt
when they come to split paths they set up camp
I tried to walk a path and ended feeling cramped
forget about your human laws and ideologies
I never take a pause exist outside of all chronology
don't be mad at your alarm clock when you're the one that set it
time is ticking and they sleep through every second
or up all night with cold feet feeling peckish
I want the meat the antlers and fur coat
failure means to fuse in to the dirt slow
If it's good enough for seeds then it's good enough for me

The city is asleep i'm eating coffee beans like peanuts
lets clean the face up it's time to squeeze pus
The cheese puffs will please us
Me and the micro monsters in my carpet
Feed em, keep em, ride em down to target
Deodorize the armpits
Eyes like popped corn kernels peeled unpleasantly
I'm conscious for now and for eternity
Language is my currency
Cash transfers back and forwards in my head
Don't use debit never built up cred
So value me at what I said

failure never fails to sting
like a tiny birds new set of wings
when to the wind he fails to cling
mamma says just sit and sing
sitting you'll see other things
but how can I be satisfied?
how can I ignore the sky?
i'll take my chances with a cliff
to finally fly or end up stiff

I get called dog by women I once dated
I said I had a dog I ate it
And that's just the type of  world it is
broken bones from stones and sticks
I'm loyal when i'm told to "sit"
Good boy, good boy
Yet i'm starving and I have no toys
you promised milk you gave me soy

As the alley ends I see a sign
The neon glow of "WhAt It Is"
bright enough to trap an eye
brick walls and weeds on a street
holes in a fence and trash at my feet
alien graffiti I can somehow read
This city it bleeds this city it needs
I get to the doors I open them up
men dressed as shapes just living it up
"where are the nuestions" I say through my teeth
each one of their necks snapped towards me
they smoothly slide across the room
"picking bones is for dogs the beef ends with you"
I left and I felt followed

I can see the silhouettes of trees against the night sky
I hear the chatter of friends around the glow of a campfire
It might have been a lawn chair but I swear it was the drivers seat of the world
and all I love was riding shotgun
All this from the smell of a cool breeze on a  busy work day

Low lifes ******* on a paper bag just to watch the colors blast away reality
I looked down on those poor hopeless ******* like a preist at the lost
The buzzing and shaking was better than the cold sharp truth of a sober life
I can't say I know what a sober life is because i'm drunk on hope
I stumbled through life waiting for better times to be handed to me
Now I face the edges of reality and sink in my chair as I drop my head
I find myself craving the warm color filled curves of any drug at all
And you humble paint huffer
I judged too hard
I couldn't see the truth with my face buried in my own paper bag
I found myself craving paint
But at least I found myself