this morning i will
pick a fight with the sunrise,
i will scuffle with the dew
i will punch the morning
right in the face,
for taking me from you

last night i danced
with you in dreams
and we never were apart
with the morning you've
been washed away
and taken with you, my heart

i have
******* in my pocket
                    i have
tricks up my
                    sleeves
i'm not asking you for much
just for you to simply
                     breathe
                     and breed
see, this is what i
                     need need need
kiss my mouth
and bite my chest
my cries of pain do not
                     heed heed heed
for they are cries of pleasure
                     yes, oh yes indeed

                     i have
the truth hidden inside a locket
                     i have
a naked picture of you

i saw this kid today
he said his name was george
he was not driving or walking
instead he rode a skateboard
he had eyes just like venom
and a face just like a boar
he said his dad had just stopped drinking
but his mother's still a *****
he asked if i had a warm dry place
that he could call a floor
his shirt was violent and wild
i guess you'd call him poor
but i invited him up the steps
i hailed him through the door
and that's all that i can think of yet
so i cannot write anymore
some reason i am rhyming today
so i thought i'd rhyme one more

i almost cried tonight
as i was smoking a cigarette
these thoughts have long hung over me
like a black cloud of bad debt
and i know sharing this is
something i'll probably regret
i take doses of insanity
but i haven't been diagnosed yet
i am not swift with stability
on a swivel my life is set
my moon is filled with water
but it hasn't burst yet
my hands are growing quite shaky now
and my body is drenched in sweat
just as soon as you are reading this
i hope you just as soon, forget

i was a cicada.
i was born last night, as the sun sank low in the sky.
i rose up from the ground, as the dead do in my dreams.
i was a cicada.
i ate and ****** and lived and died, in the darkness without light.
i sang and danced and laughed and cried, but it's morning now and i've lost my sight.
i was a cicada.
i have grown so tired from my life.
i will rest here on this tree and die.
i was a cicada.