Do I mean that?
Are you me?
Did i give myself layers I have yet to attain?

I am going to the temple to bleed.
I am raw. I am set to the mark.
I do not apologize for being me.
I will not let death happen to me.

I am going to the temple to bleed.
I will announce my love for you there.
I don't know what it means,
But it's all that I have.
I am heavy as I make my way there.

The spirits around
Make unsettling sounds
But the wavering's never me.

The one that I love
Gazes back into me,
Whom I came to the temple to see.

Don't brag, words are for the insecure
Bare your strength and weakness to the world in silence
People observe the prominent attributes
As you move across their world

It taints the schema in their minds
To have to boast at all

If you're lacking, give it slack
And sense out what is wrong
Look for ways to hone the skill
And build yourself up strong.

Just enjoy life.

What deeds will you turn today?

The intentional are strung on a web with all the animals
And there in their little cove they speak a dialect--
Making gestures of gentry
Having little rendesvous'es

I'll get up and turn a wheel at a chain restaurant,
That is my place for now
I am on probation
The world is not on probation
It is free to do what it wants,
Unlike me.

And soon I will be driving my own car.

And you, I will take your sad days
And turn them to a man
I will take your turn-aways
And do the best I can
I will take your anger
And bite my ******* tongue
And I won't let them send me to jail again
I can't be the only one

You cast out stars from your body
The moment you were born

Their exuded world fractures
And your body travels along the cracks
Like a dreamer's bead

You never were truly that impressive
Muted by your own repetition
A chemical whorl spinning aimlessly in space

These fissures, they find you
They are howling doors to nothing
And scream out their blame and charges of ineptitude
Of negligence and apathy
With tales of abuse

But you know the truth
It was never your fault
Reality had to go a certain way
And yes, you are reality
But it's just not your fault.

That's the main thing I want you to know, Matt:
None of this is your fault.

intro
(here it is, what i've been trying to say,
telling you my story, ranting away
giving you the details of my runaway life
so anxious all day, so buried in strife
how tragic it is that we have unique stories
but upon sharing our fears and experienced worries
it comes out in words that seem hackneyed and common
until we articulate it right,
that's the life of a human)

body
Trust me. You don't want to be doing this.
Wasting all my time, you said I need to prove it.
But that's something I've struggled with,
Long time coming
I've made my mistakes. I'm sick to my stomach

Because the cops are convinced they're doing this right
And the jails and the lawyers, they're all right
You don't want to be waking me early for buses
Taking four hours away for a drug test

You act like I'm dangerous, think I deserve it
All the time that you're taking is time I could work on it
You've misinterpreted me,
And hurt me badly
I'm glad I can balance, but not everybody
Has the same resources.
And check your sources!
Mad corporations are unwholesome forces
And I was a brick in an unholy fortress.
I think it's sick that I slept in their purses.

Trust me, you don't want
To sink claws in my sleep
I'm working too hard just to make ends meet.
And when winter comes and the snow fills the streets
You would punish me, hard, if I slipped on the sleet.

Trust me because you *can
I can't prove to machines
That I love my life, that I love my family.
That I want the best for my community
That if I had the money, more people might eat.

I've had this dream of a responsible West
I sense a stubborn preoccupation,
Enslaving the rest
I want to be a model of compromise
Between privilege and giving
A bridge for the lies

A bridge for the lies to cross, if they choose
And put our love to better use

And even if this dream never really comes true
I wrote these words in worldly view.

Hide me from the horizon--
Its open skies
Burn my skin

And i don't want to look
At the end of the book
When i've yet to really begin

But the book was already written
Its plot was already played
So why am I so nervous,
If I already have it made?

Because I know a world of roses.

What's on the other side?

If there is a horizon,
I guess i'll have to hide.

It changes you to ruin it.
To act is to offer up a court of law
To an imperfect judge
As justification seeps in from all sides.

A young boy is still learning.

He can steal a toy and just as soon be sorry,
Like a puppy, and be earnest in his love's intention

But as we age we harden,
and to look down at witness your hands
doing a damning thing
Rings with a phrase like "narrow specialization."
It changes you
And to hold it in suspense is better but that can madden you.

It's so important that we choose the second option anyway
That we try to change and combat the patterns that can begin to consume our lives
Don't get used to ruining your life out of spite
You're worth it
You can really work yourself up into something even greater
You already have
Take it to a new level!

No **** my reaction was out of line.
But if they think they had it right,
They're out of their minds!

Juvenile hall for truancy,
Are you kidding me?
No one wanted to listen,
No one would ever listen to me.

I came from a nice suburban home
But I couldn't disagree with my parents like a sane adult,
Because I was a bipolar kid.

And then when it all comes crashing back
Back to the place where I couldn't deal with it right
Dragging back a gut full of ulcers,
And I got caught driving under the influence,
You tear me apart

You whip me on my knees,

You do not help me learn
Or help me to my feet.

In emergencies I admitted myself to hospitals
On fire, I put forth earnest trials
When I make a mistake these vultures turn on me

Except for the saving grace of a court program
Volunteered by a good judge

Still, you make me into a second class citizen
You weigh me down to an exasperated state
I could be trusted to help myself much more effectively

No one wants to listen,
And I do not deserve it.

The sum total of the parts
Does not miss the parts it does not lack.

Kissed on all sides by love's rainbow
Featuring ribbons of music who mention the emptiness of love,
Are you okay?

No.

Everything has changed.

Before the final Oath was born
Two were riding toward,
Locked in eternal war.

Obscured was their conclusion,
Giving mystery to the living Oath.

Their teeth were in each other's throats,
Spears run through the hated sternums.

And ribbons of their blood addressed
The royal stature of their lives.

What happens when two kings lay claim
To one kingdom
Is a shame

And infinitely many kings
(I do expect)
Would do the same.

Every now and then I remember that I should miss you
It's not my body that's battered
It's my sense of self and safety.

What little consistency my days once had
Has been invaded by these holes appearing under my skin
They make me nervous, I notice
At times like this

When I remember I should miss Brian.

I cleaved our friendship apart with angry words
Undeserved
I don't even remember what I said

I think it's been two or three years.

Dominicans are rebuilding after Maria
I'm convinced of the strength of my depression
And that not resenting my parents
Is some sort of storybook mission

It is even worse to be part of your culture's decay
When you see it all happening before your very eyes

I'm pinned down by the infrastructure
A steel shard is running through my face
And they don't know what to do with me

I'm subject to such tragic analogies as that
Men used to be great
Where is that alive in me?

It's hard when you come into the world
And all your decisions are ready to be made,
But something is very sternly saying you make your own decisions,
And all the lines of spirit have one loaded,
Ready to tell you what is what.

It's the sharp smell of saturated soil
Watching a puff-chested robin pluck a worm from the earth.
Violet tickled feet hop the spring marsh,
And sharp yellow trills sound like the nearby
Rambling brook.

They come along in mostly threes and fives.

Time ensconces her like petals.
Scrolling through one life we see
Petals wrapping left, or right:

Flying forward, hear the chickies cheeping
She feeds their yawning beaks a worm
The cowbird, now, she's noticing

Rustling petals tell their story:
Macon is her winter home.
The southern air smells slightly sweeter

Flipping through the days and seasons
Petals welcome blackened fruits
The fetus of inimic feature
Is pregnant with shadows of the past.

It's how her collapsing body made room
For everything that has been.

And heading eggwards, backyard feeders
Summers spent in Pennsylvania
Followed rounds and first palms ever...

Waketh I, to pungent earth!

Baby robins are good-natured
I suppose in life, they must commit some grave crime
So say to all these blackened fruits of mine:
Trophies for participation.
Help me down into my place
Be the wet-nurse of my

No, I don't,
No, I can't
Stop stop stop
Stop stop stop

Your captain's in the water
She was more than just the sea
Who housed all kinds
Of Analogies--

You can lick it twice and salute if you want
But I don't think any of us truly understands.

We pre-suppose notions
They make fools out of us
Before, after and during the act of making love.

My insanity is nothing I can't manage--
So warn me if you must
But this is not your captain speaking,
This is Pixie Dust.

While demons cackle, cracks form on
The edges of my lips.
So! Let us all pretend
That this is not a sinking ship.

You have the power to condemn the writhing innocents,
Be careful with it,
Please.

Drugs are the reason we exist.
Drape another ring around,
And wear out all my clothes.

What do they grow around,
Rings? And they will be forgotten.
And so drugs are the reason we exist,
Selfish.

//

I am ready for the next year
I'll wear the outfit well
And act in such a way
That we'll believe we're not in hell
And do I look ridiculous
Exposed on every side?
It's something I can fix, and it is
Nothing I can hide.

But every fix has consequences.
All of us will die.
With one way to fix consciousness
And never tell a lie.

hey darling,
i think we tripped on a drug
it was sticking out on a dark path like lingam
it left us seething like the crowd at your concert

they were dying, they were dancing
were we lying through our teeth when we said...
i can't say it now.

how should i feel about being a product of the same fire
that made such sick shadows dance?
and since feelings don't move, darling
what should i do?

but since action is anchored in feeling,
again i ask how should i feel?

i know you value callous
i see that grit in him
but i know your love is a tenderness
i know you want that from him

darling inside me i am weeping so intensely
i cry and i cry and i cry
why is it like this?
why does he laugh at my weakness
why am i the antichrist
a selfish sadness plagues him
i turned a corner and you were there
but you'd turn back just as easily, singing
carry on, carry on.

Dumb boy,
Why you write such bad poems?

That's a dumb poem

Somewhere a dandelion
clicks,

it starts
to put out seed pods--

A tadpole's metamorpho--
sis

reveals a little tree frog

The young one sprawls
with Shiva's love
The old one spars with Vishnu

A tree has breached the canopy,
Your crush just up and kissed you

Your capillaries dilate
Revealing what's inside
So wrinkle up your rosy face
But love, you cannot hide

And somewhere else, a songbird dies
Beside an oxbow lake
And both lay still,
And beautiful
And know the river's wake.

My creature tears up suburban nightscape on a bike
Activate: punk rock soundtrack
Do you have the headphones equipped?

He lost his driver's license
******* idiot
It's still fun though,

I have every intention of Infecting this area
You'll receive a cordial invitation from my lips
I'm imbued with the coming sensation
I just want the soundwaves to hit my stomach
I just want to cast my colors out into the world
And here they go one by one

It's gonna ring from ear to ear

Melancholy found a home in me like I found a home in the world.

He works his job, drinks his water
Eats his food and pays his rent.

He is one of my most loyal tenants,
But I am the lord;
That's not what I meant.

He's a handsome man,
With smooth motes and good sense.

Running like a cool river
His pool is the profound blue of my life
And probably my favorite color

Because he is easygoing;

When he comes he comes
And when he leaves he leaves
Painting my eyes
Paint on my feet

opinions are just emotions,
and innocent people get run over all the time.
don't get stuck on how much it hurts when it happens to you,
it's easy when it happens.

it's just that we survived thus far by being a collective,
a society, supporting each other
investing in a common welfare.

but let it go-- chaos is a predator true
clear your mind of self pity, grab it deep from the root
see the situation for what it truly is
you will plan a better mission this way.

and reassess, for emotions come from the heart.
remember that emotion is the start
of (sigh) a great work of art.

scars are lipstick you can't rub off
carved and gifted, we can't love down
the world, the dove, the gun, the crown.

the claw that teases blood to the surface
the maw that pines for your innocence,
it cannot, will not, eat you up.

everything is so full of fruit,
which is why the world is full of ****.
get over it,
sang the roughened root.
the foliage sang
such softer songs.

that spark or fleck of dust,
another metaphor for my love!
your glimmer must be a hallucination.

i just have a problem.

but maybe my problem is that i met you
when i was yet a green colt
(something i know you treasured dearly)
and did you see in me, something glimmering
any hint of the future man i'd be, the one
who, shaking his head and wiping his brow,
lopped the overgrowth from the Way
and paved the road for dainty feet?

but to speak of your soul, sweet-
heart, you walk upon this earth with a womanly power
as i have never seen, and it turned me on
to the sky!

or maybe my problem is letting go,
old sparkling fleck of dust.

maybe long the time is past
when i should trust you to the wind, entire
and dance-less shadows cast.

i'm too far from that special fire,
so bring the garden ashes from
that cold and restful pyre.

Where'd all the sunshine go?
My life has gone flat and weak
My eyes peer out
Flickering, bleak
I scrawl these words as on the inside of a cell wall
A cell I'll never leave

The law is heavy and wrong
The world is a rolling machine
Just watch your neck
And lucky is
A hand that stays clean

But what about me?
I've tried and tried and now I'm tired
Older than my years
I just don't know if I have the strength
To really pierce my fears

There's a fine line between a raised glass and a graveyard jig.
Can we call that class?
I guess we'll call it grace.

I know you'll hold me to all the days I ****** away
But that's your design
I only fall in place.

Now I will determine
Something crawling and squirming
To an empty, wretched
Joke of an alarming fate.

Some say greatness is something that you work for
It's what you burn for
Just to believe that you could make a difference
Desperate for something now to break for,
I'm mediocre
And I keep thinking, it's just not what we planned.

There's a fine line between a nice guy and a cannibal
I walk it so **** well
And it gets hard to tell

So hold me to the nightmares I can't erase
They weren't your design
If I ignore them maybe they'll just go away.

Now here comes the sequel,
In the end we're all equal
-Ibrium will cut me down to size
And weight.

Some say greatness is something that you work for
It's what you burn for
Just to believe that you could make a difference
Desperate for something now to break for,
I'm mediocre
And I keep thinking, it's just not what we planned.

Don't you think
You should do something?
You won't ever pull this off
Without some elbowgrease

Well I don't think
That I should take what's mine
Because it's yours.

Not keeping score,

Just keep the beat

Any way...........


Some say greatness is something that you work for
It's what you burn for
Just to believe that you could make a difference
Desperate for something now to break for,
I'm mediocre
And I keep thinking, it's just not what we planned.
amped up final chorus
Some say a life is just a journey
Now I'm returning
But I don't think I can call this home.
Aeneas, you're washed up and depressing
Just take the blessing
Carry the sun to where it sinks tomorrow

With Reverb:

(Greatness is something that you work for...
But I keep thinking it's just not what we planned)

Ellen DeGeneres!
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres.

X2

How can we peddle this,
Greedy degenerates?
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous.

I was just reppin it
You cannot step to it,
Ellen DeGeneres,
Ellen DeGeneres!

bass drop

I am not popular
My, what a thot you were!
You should be jealous of
Ellen DeGeneres!

like Meek

I was just a lost boy
Never understood the cost boy
Never really worked a market
But I never really liked the market

I just wanna overcome the darkness
I just wanna wanna make the sun shine
I guess I really want love to be great again
**** all this hate again
Cause I see you're vicious like a shark is

I am so done with the corporate mind
Grinding machinery, that's not my kind
You are not kind, you are so shy
Scrapin the sky
Fake **** and lies

You think you know what I'm talking about.
I am a poet with way too much clout.
I hate the way that this hatred compounds,
You're just a clown! You make me frown.

Simultaneously
Unh!
Ellen DeGeneres!
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres.

Ellen DeGeneres
She's on my friends list!
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres!

How can we peddle this,
Greedy degenerates?
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous.

Reppin this Emmy ****,
Dressing too fabulous,
Ellen DeGeneres,
Ellen DeGeneres!

bass drop

I am not popular
My, what a thot you were!
You should be jealous of
Ellen DeGeneres!

I'm never gonna let my heart grow cold like that,
Never gonna do just what I'm told like that
That ****'s old, my man
That ****'s sold, my man
That ****'s got us got us lookin' sideways in the fold, my man

Cause I think I hear a higher callin
Human race is fallin but you're stallin
I know you don't think you're Josef Stalin
But I think you look like Charles Ponzi,
Oo

(Sung)
My girl's not a cheater
So I don't think I really want to either
I don't think I ever wanna leave her
Iy just. want to. love,
Said Iy just. want to. love,
Said Iy just. want to. love.

(And party hard.)

Ellen DeGeneres!
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres.

Ellen DeGeneres
She's on my friends list
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres!

How can we peddle this,
Greedy degenerates?
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous.

Reppin this Emmy ****,
Dressing too fabulous,
Ellen DeGeneres,
Ellen DeGeneres!

bass drop

I am not popular
My, what a thot you were!
You should be jealous of
Ellen DeGeneres.

You should be jealous.

Ellen DeGeneres.

Reppin it, reppin it.

Ellen. Loooooove

Carefully tend to your embers
Burning in the open atmosphere
Give fuel and form for solace
And cherish them above your fears,
And when we get together
We burn within our temples
And I fell in love
With the music that I heard from yo-ou.

inside messiah outside
middle boy picks up a stick
strings through a soul
how many things pierce

ears music hears
droplets messiah ripen there
sling rocknroll, strings tangle
flock tight round his 'heart,'
release
he (carefully)
puts down his guitar.

i'm not just a process,
i'm not just a day
i'm not forcing myself
to dream away
and away

i'm one of so many dreams
of a powerful mind!

VANITY, VANITY, VANITY!

SUBLIME just doesn't COVER IT!

To heave forward and think
My life so important
Even goddesses die
And it took so long a Time...

What is born next?
Why fear such a thing?

My lovely toy humans,
What will happen to them?

i chew on my heart and spit it out
it sticks to the asphalt
***** rubber spinning, leave it behind
i only want cardiac tissue
i only want my mind.

my head's in the smog
but it wants to be in the clouds
i want to make a mountain
from this low, low ground

i retreat to meditation
i sent scouts around
the animal maze
of my brain
they return with the news:
you're insane

i tear on like gritty electric moans
only they sputter, not confident
only now regaining their cool
from some mystic faraway pool
that gives birth to decayings

she
penned
novels.

painted marvels

even organized ensembles,
with the blood
of men,

men without a love of poetry.

he
said he loved it

and he's studied

just to put himself above it

but this man
is without a love of poetry.

he
built a world
it was pleasing to himself

but had to be coaxed
into a love of poetry.

we are the ones
who keep poetry alive.

here's to the man
without a love of poetry.

Sometimes my heart is coiled steel
Pulled tight over wood.

I slip into the mode
On the backyard patio
Feeding blood to my guitar, carefully.

I'm making love in the springtime.
It's so good
Making love on your time.

Good Gabriel has blessed us with music
Hear, the devil says it's useless
But every ictus of the heart of love
Rebuts and rebukes him.

I cannot cordially invite
Everyone to my party
Here at my end of the world
My own private apocalypse, but music
Music can do that.

My heart is just an instrument
That's why my guitar fits right inside
That's why my fingers need to fly,
Slide and pick
These fruits from heaven.

Fruits so good and so holy,
My flesh wilts in the presence of them
But here, my young heart knocks and knocks and knocks
It leaves little etudes in the backyard's sunshine.

Trying makes it harder to let go.

And this letting go, it
becomes important.

But you say it's not time to call it quits.

I guess I should just get over it.

...

And make a stab... in the same back
But please don't look at it like that
That bears the cross I constructed
Are you adopted or abducted?

Are we intelligent or stunted?
A changing truth within a moment.

But if I have to try, I really should
I guess that good can beget good.
And triumph over every evil
I don't really feel betrayal
You warned me about everything

If I have to try, I guess I could
I'll write a song, you'll say it's good
And then we will turn inside out
But I don't care, it's worth it now
You warned me about everything

Now everything is warning you.

My love makes it harder to say 'love.'

We're fighting for a perfect tense.

I feel like it's time to call it quits.

You cannot stop my freezing core.

So make a stab, you can have that
Cause I'm leaving and not coming back
My ego's gone, and I hate it
Now I'm feeling like an old computer

You could come a little sooner
But you won't, of course it's fleeting

But if I have to try, I really should
I guess that good can beget good.
And triumph over every evil
I don't really feel betrayal
You warned me about everything

If I have to try, I guess I could
I'll write a song, you'll say it's good
And then we will turn inside out
But I don't care, it's worth it now
You warned me about everything

Now everything is warning you.

I'm not stable
The tide is coming
I can feel us dying
It was perfect timing

And you said it better
No I don't deserve you
Baby, happy birthday
I'll be here on your worst day

And if I have to try, I'll try to let this go

Let me say
A poet out of love is realistic
A canvas is as much as petty fantasy
As four letter words better left unspoken

My guitar strings have all broken
In this moment, I am stranded
With a world of potential to change my perspective
Like self stimulation, or brave epileptics,

No.

I understand what you mean
When you say a poet out of love
Is a journey never taken

I don't doubt the depth and splendor of your love
Wordless
A sure sign that you know pain.

But therein lies the rub--
We will always be to blame
We will never truly escape
And so I do let love do its silly little dance in my heart
And sometimes lions roar

They do

But I must remind myself and be ready,
Even if there are two sides of nothing.

every hand to an oar,
this is the doldrums
there are no winds here.

we'll have to push through with brute force--
aye, we might be leagues behind
but this ship crafts its own ****** tale.

lads... if we make it through this we'll flex our muscles
and all the ladies at port will swoon,
and bed us readily!

so push on through this windless hell,
there's no waiting for a gust of luck,
we'll starve.

Michael knows
He's gotta have a bad time!
If he doesn't,
Then it's not suffering enough.

So then he complains,
Which we hate,
I know,
But that's good!

Because he's right,
It's like alternating current
A/C power,
He knows
Consciousness is like that.

And the two-thirds principle.

Yet, even his awareness is a problem.

So yes--
He's gotta feel stupid
He's gotta feel immoral
He's gotta feel selfish

That's how we afford those other things.

And so,
There should be people
Yes, people who all agree
(And they will be right!)
That he is stupid, immoral, and selfish
YES! HOW COULD YOU BE!?
Oh doesn't it just drive you crazy?
Even though those are just automatic states of the universe

Because let's face it
To be here is stupid immoral and selfish
Though:
I know one man who exists derivative of intelligence
I know a woman who is purely derived from your moral aspect
And I know several extremely selfless badgers living in the Netherlands.

Suffice it to say,
Any of you who come against me in any way are intensely real
But consist entirely of the rankest bullshirt know to mankind
As evidenced by this very erudite and transparent work of creative writing,
Though I know any lever I create, being the whole system
Will be enacted against me, and everything is expected to come full-circle.

Although I do not read, drink alcohol all day
I have been here before and am the same person every time
So by nature I am perfect.

A truly ironclad defense.

No matter how whiny and ridiculous you presume me to be,
I am the only path arguing with itself
I am my own metric
And everything you think is upside-down.

I would be that way,
And I should,
And you should respect my odd struggle,
Because I do this for all of us.

I wake up
With a different mess of hair
Every morning

That's not a way.

Looking in your crystal eyes,
I see the weight imbued by darkness.

You are such a fragile thing.
You have nothing to complain about.

Between your skeleton and skin there's muscle
Between your ears there's a whole lotta nothing.

In your belly is a baby,
And in your hand there are red roses.

So kiss, kiss my skin
And therein find an end
We'll straddle every paradox
And keep it warm, warm, warm.

Kiss, kiss my skin
It's better than the infinite
And it's never gonna hurt you, babe
We'll find another way

So shoot your guns into the sky.

I'm telling you, child
Pull back those emerald branches of summer
And reach out with your body into the twinkling universe!

There are waiting places you couldn't imagine
Unless you've gone,
And you've only got one life to take there!

Fall asleep in novel moonlight
And feel the rush of waking somewhere new
With piano footsteps, find exotic fruit
With rushing waters, reinvent yourself.

Behind the twisting vines
Far beyond familiar plains
And over the Shattered Road you'll find--
Sweet love, I will be waiting for you there
Honeydew sunrise
In the crisp mountain air--

my stupid eyes
see a hopeful youth
and healthy vigor
when they project their feelings into the mirror.=,

Sometimes your eye rips open
To another more maddening place
Then, there is no going back
You have progressed and must work with what you have.

Sometimes it hurts because what you had was so good
Have you ever felt an emotion like that?
Yes, that is a hard thing to let go of.

But those are the types of things that make for good stories and interesting outcomes.

So I wonder what happens when I break this shell.

can't you tell by my eyes?
i want you.
let everything else fall aside,
let me inside you.

everyone has a tongue like a serpent,
slipping and sliding over teeth
lying to you, and
lying to me.

but i won't let their flicks distract my eyes
because everyone has to hunt like a mongoose,
staying vigilant at all times.

Oh, are my eyes glazed?
Do you love them when they clear the haze?
Do they shine bright?
Was it the drugs, original sin, and spite?
Are my eyes glazed?
Can you see my soul through these neurotic storms
Where I'm a grandiose fool?

Or I dropped out of School?

I'm still carrying the fire
I'm still tending to it gingerly
I've been working on the right things
Since I've been hit by psychedelic lightning
Oh no, do you know what that means?
Do you know your etymology?

Trust me I'm aware when I'm off center
I got scared when I went through the fender ******, but
Sometimes I just don't make sense, or
I'm just shy of the right to render
Are my eyes glazed?