when a bluebird lands on a chinese orchid
and oranges roll through your historic country mind
and everything beautiful is seen in nuclear battlefields
i loosen my grip on the ladle of conception

and a speck of dust lands on a bed and explodes
one million diamonds rain from a cave on a fictional island
my mother is crying next to homeless men but for different reasons
the blade of a hunting knife sinks steadily into my temple

the hand of my killer is seized and returned to its owner
all guests of the gala evaporate through the walls
and street lamps click off for the morning sun
a child runs into the black void of his mothers warm embrace

pity him
he's a helpless fool
agitated and coarse

pardon him
he's not so nice
abrasive no remorse

pardon me
i'm in the way
ignorant in my prose

pity me
i've been aborted
useless and disposed

forget my pardon
forget my pity
im not a victim
of his tyranny

i follow in a dream every night
a light whose blush nullifies the emptiness of my room

shifting shapes and colors and sounds
and speed and time and air
does anybody know what is going on?

i only love that which i can not understand

hello everyone
you know who i am
let me tell you about my fears

i work alone without anyone knowing i'm there
i disappear for hours and no one cares

i keep a woman with me all day
since nobodies taking notice anyway

so i can have my joys so plenty and swollen
as long as i too do not take notice

hello everyone
you know who i am
let me tell you about my fears

i daydream about a woman i knew
but know now she does not exist

she paints me pink with bubble gum dream pop
and i night dream about her too

my world so beautiful and pure with her here
that was a long time ago but she is still here

goodbye everyone
you knew who i was
you already knew about my fears

i can't keep in me all of you forever
i can't continue to pretend you're watching

in the morning I'm strong, the afternoon I'm weak
more than the sky changes between morning n night

i fear waking up at 4 in the morning
to wonder if my world is real

she really did do it
she knocked me out
boarded up my windows
sold me out
froze me up
burnt me down
she really did do it

she really did do it
she shut me up
took me in
turned me on
she got me off
broke my spell
she really did it well

she really really did it
she opened my ears
cut out my eyes
opened my mind
left me paralyzed
then she ran away
she really ran away

Irony in
The wildest eyes
Sleep with nothing
In the sky

Lucrative love
Of a guy
Poverty from
You and I

Eat the rich
Eat the *****
You're the *****
I'm the guy

Unjust is that
Which sleeps through beauty
Or tender granted
From no duty

it is a sacred place
the driver's seat of a '99 Jeep Cherokee
manning the wheel
of a two ton killing machine
a means of crossing the width of a continent
in less time than it takes
your girlfriend to *******
that same girl who gave you head
from the passenger seat
that same girl who used to occupy
the passenger seat
every night
that same seat of variable
occupying friends
(makes you wonder why its called shotgun)
from the driver's seat
you look through the only window
that maintains an ever-changing perspective
from the driver's seat
you've thought of many different things
you've said many different things
you've cried of many different things
to me anyway
the driver's seat of a '99 Jeep Cherokee is a sacred place
if you would like to explain
to me otherwise
i would be very interested
to hear why you're wrong