beautiful
feathers in
red-orange-yellow,
green-blue eyes sing as
quiescent chrysalis cracks,
blossoms into butterfly
blue wings blue sky,
love spreads its wings
wide open, speaks ocean  
blue-turquoise truth, anahata  
through lapis lazuli lips, vishuddha
a kiss on the amethyst-lilac forehead,
ajna to the sky, sahasrara
butterfly flew

You may want to take me inside
but your mind is a million dripping daggers
perpendicular to the infinite edges
of my circular paradigms.

your cold soul wraps around me
like a chainmail suit.

I want to love it, as
it's supposed to love me, but
it's heavy and pinches every fiber
of my existence

and why should I wear it
when I want to run into love
completely naked?

My name is derived from Tyrant
I would say you should have expected it
but I am not one to take someone's heart
that is the ultimate crime.

Can't you see that you've stolen your own?
Look in the mirror. Unfurl your ****** fists.

Now my fingers are ablaze with hellfire.

in a room,
brimming
with people,
I am alone —

sitting at an
empty table,

sometimes, I wish
someone would fill
the seat across from me,
and by sometimes, I mean
that I come here every single day
hoping with all of my heart that it will happen.

but I'm a bride and groom
in black and white. —
I'm an empty beige room with
a spider in the corner. —
I'm a glance with
a deadpan nod. —
I'm a dance where
you shift your weight
without moving your hips...

—

dribdrab fantasy,
peripheral face

I wonder if my skeletons in the closet miss me.
I used to keep them company all the time.
I hope they're still playing nice.

They wouldn't make for the most comfortable of cuddles,
but at least we had a lot in common.
We could talk all night until the sun rose,
and it wouldn't even matter as long as we had the door shut.
We'd talk until I was deliriously hallucinating faces on their skulls.
We'd talk until I'd melt into their rib cages.
My pupils were as wide as eye sockets,
and I could see myself in their skin.
They'd smile at me, warmly,
and make me feel at home.

I wasn't afraid of the dark,
I was afraid of the light.

I want to know your dreams

I want to memorize every fiber of your being,
your every bone and every muscle, your
every word and every story

I nuzzle my nose in the nape of your neck,
tickled by silky soft hair, and
breathe you in deeply.

My lips are learning you

I marvel at your existence for uncounted and
seemingly nonexistent amounts of time

I can have a conversation with you
by looking in your eyes

We needn't say anything
but show, see and
understand
to feel

You're a glorious piece of music and
I want to learn every nuance of your essence.
I want to remember the feeling on the pads
of my fingers before I sound each string.
Glorious

I trace your skin with my fingertips to
learn every dynamic of your body
from forte to pianissimo

I bask in your kind eyes and swim in your smiles.
I shiver at your electric caress and melt in your loving embrace.
Divine excellence...

At green diamond tenth
in the hustle bustle jungle,

time brought sunsets, tall buildings,
relative heat waves and adventures,
it brought love and delicious food
with interwoven fingers
and storylines stampeding
through the streets, seen
from the landing of
our first kiss

then snow and a hat-scarf,
your name embroidered with
threads of love by the hands
of your grandmother,
and mittens that turn
into fingerless gloves

We walked past my car twice
just because we enjoyed walking with each other,
or maybe I'm just directionally challenged
and occasionally oblivious,
but it's definitely both

We never put our pens to the page
but we snuggled like a puzzle and
painted poetry in our smiles

You make me feel so comfortable
I could melt into you like honey on a
fresh piece of toast before a walk in
the snow to a four hour train ride to
another chapter of your book

We were together nearly 18 hours
and it felt like forever and a second
at the same time and

I'm still tingling...

You give me time,
you give me space.
You give me hugs, kisses,
and licks on ma face!

We know it's not a competition.
We know it's not a race.
So we give each other
all the time
and all the comfy space!

You let me change, you let me grow.
If something's off, you let me know.
When it gets dark, we still glow.
We don't get stuck, we let it flow.

No grudges, shame.
No guilt, no blame.
We both know
it's not a game.

but if we may, I say
we should lay around
and play all day!

You understand me like no one else
and you treat e like no one has before.

War is the King of All,
as Heraclitus puts it.
No Life without Strife!

What wondrous distress!
This eternal suffering,
This eternal bliss

I am the ground
I am the ground from which
hatred and love emerge
neck and neck
symbiosis

I am abstracted from these
and yet intertwined, consistent
and unyielding in my birth and rebirth

I am the perennial,
the detritivore

The soil,
the mycelium,
the forest,
the fire

born from a single point,
growing and consuming
that which is colder than I —
until all fuel is exhausted
until I am exhausted

I am the Ugly Lie, the Corrupt
I am the Beautiful Truth, the Just
I am the Bad, the Good
I am the Formless
The Form

colorless, odorless, tasteless
unreachable, untouchable

receive me and
I am no longer myself
a distraction from the truth

I am entertainment
Will you entertain me?

Mise en abyme

a lady lights a cigarette
glowing red cherry
lips, puffing without
regret
a cigarette, burning
smoking, grey breathing
choking and
tap tap the
falling ashes

it is over with
a definitive flick —
a lady lights a cigarette
she can see her spirit
dancing in the smoke

The universe is alive
The universe is conscious
and we Are the universe

Every galaxy is a mind
conscious
Every star is an eye
alive and awake
Every eye is a mirror
a light of perception
a window to another reality

We are the universe looking in
The universe is us looking out

Let us contract and expand
Infinitely together
Breathe

Brush your teeth 'til ya gag
psychosomatic spitting
hock out your spirit
watch it swirl down the drain

flush your **** down
the throne of silence

out of sight
out of mind
out of mind
out of sight

Allen Ginsberg was a **** machine

Sometimes
I'm a passive pastime aggression past life regresser.
Sorry I'm such a sad excuse for a screwdriver,
you silly suffering succatash!
But really, I'm only sorry
because apparently
I'm the one who turned you into ****** tunes.
Maybe I'll come into your television with
new waveforms and let society tear me apart
steakchewsteakchew American diet and
then you can be a little less frayed.
And was I afraid? Hell the **** yes I was!
What are you some kind of beekeeper?
I've got half a mind to herd the hive and
two to love it for it's honey.
I haven't dove into a swarm of stingers
without a welt or two lately lemme tell ya.
Lemme show ya a lil somethin' somethin' cold
somethin' simmerin' somethin' like that
old house of cards filled with sickening soulsins.
Flutter flutter fly and the kingdom falls, god-****!
That was all that time?
Remember the last one of those I never finished and
there was no excuse for letting the time tick?
Bomb and tock when I had the right shoe.
Even if I've got two left feet
I've gotta make it werk!
I'm lip synching for my life
annd whattt!

I was fearful as I was
flying by the seat of my pants

so I'm sorry that I loved you by the skin of my teeth

because my smiles were as good
as blank stares to a blind horse
for which I wrote a thousand words
to paint a pretty picture

but music isn't about the notes you play
it's about the notes you don't

they speak volumes louder
than a thousand perfect paintings

but then I found it better
to remain in simple silence
to be thought of as a fool
than to speak and
remove all doubt

but I missed that special stitch in time
the one that saves another nine

and now I'm sewing patches
on ripped recycled fabrics

planting seeds in sorry gardens
that as I sow so shall I reap

but now I lay me down to sleep
and I pray the light my soul to keep

but I'll let the darkness hold me now
and guide me through the night

better to light a candle
than to curse the dusk

it is always darkest before the dawn

hop scotch skip skop and
a bubbly trick in the pocket

we can go and
we're gonna make and
we can scintillatingly pop it

silly sunshine faucets

drip drop pop
dripping droplets
of light rain sunstain sundials
spinnin' at a thousand lightmiles
per second and

tasting of crystal pools
from the eyes
of the sun child
quite beguiled,
and certainly not mild,

'cause they're just singin'

they're singin'
radiant pure life bright light
ripple clear glass glisten

clear water shimmer

ripple dimple smile

eyes reached
crowfeet and
shimmertooth
laughter

Oh cute little thing
I like your contour

you look pretty funny when you're cold
you get these lovely wrinkles
especially in the middle region
nearly dendritic
more like the cracks in the earth

and your satchel breathes on its own
like a brain if it had lungs for itself
but more like an amoebic celestial body squirming around in some primordial goop
I think that's pretty cool

you're a pink and brown mushroom emerging from a forest of black wiry moss

concentrated around you and
all growing in your direction

almost lifting you up and out
and then further away fading

the way the water gets clearer
above a sand bar

and then a great convergence
a crashing of two great waves
against each other

forming a wall of spindly tendrils
before the whirlpool

I wish I was as decisive
as the deciduous trees
they know when to let go
of their dying leaves

after a beautiful summer

hey, whatsup break me open and have a look inside
a suh dood check out these heady feels but like
whoa bruh they tell me
simmer down
you're harshin that mellow
yellow matter it's no matter tell me something new
find me something else to say I'm a
fried egg in a skull here's some banter
gallop trot and canter I'm just horsin' around
of course it's not finely ground buddy 'ol pal
you'll have to crush it up yourself
if ya wanna snort it
but hey let's abort that mission
I'm just tryin' to chill in the kitchen
all I want is a nice meal I don't want
anyone to steal these lasts wisps of my soul
let's smoke a bowl and forego the physical
maybe think about something quizzical
something that'll bring me elsewhere
anywhere but before

Here it is
coming together
slowly and quickly
points being connected
connections being disappointed
disappointments being appointed
appointed proportionally and
disproportionally
click clack
stick it together
vertices criss cross
bricks and feathers
interlacing lines and
concentric circles dance
in and out of time it is a
convergence
a coming together
a going apart
it is silk spun in
every way you can think of
it is spit spat from every mouth you've ever heard
this blob of tip tap gloopy gloop tick tack
criss cross criss cross make it last
make it first
on the bus or in the hearse
in between or outside of
either way it's kind of
all the same and
very different
but look at that
and then it's not
a ghost in the periphery
a shadow in the center

my pages are shaking like
timid dry leaves on
a brisk Autumn morning
I am a book heavy
with unspoken words
piled beneath countless others
a couple stains and a weak spine
it's hard to hold all the stories together
sometimes I'll find a page out of order
that someone's ripped out and
rearranged
The stories are getting shorter and shorter
losing pages throughout and

If a word paints a picture,
and a picture is worth a thousand words,
then what is the worth of a word? It seems

the fibers of the fabric are the words we've woven to create the canvas on which we paint pictures that are worth a thousand words;

words painting pictures that are worth a thousand words onto canvases woven from words that are the fibers of the fabrics.

If a word is worth a thousand words,
then a word paints a million pictures.

the ayahuasca vine
is creeping
and crawling to
the further reaches
of the world
like a thought

buzz buzz bizz bazz fizz fazz shally wazz fazeem shilly shally fo sheem I'm a beam of light bring forth the maker bring forth the taker let the maker make and the taker take for that is who they are in the grand scheme of things there is no grand scheme its a grand ol dream its a grand ol stream of beams oh beam oh beam we live in a dream within a dream a mise en ebyme a tone within a tone a moan within a moan we live in a cry within a cry we live in a die within a die and it's all a lie within a lie that makes a truth within a truth after all there is no proof there's only me sitting aloof sitting in the booth waiting for my food at the local diner but I've never felt any finer than when I got that lovely shiny shiner I might be what you consider an anti-liner gotta pick up my binder and swing batta batta whisk the batter batter doughhh

so I end up writing backwards
and it seems sometimes I lack the words
to go forwards I gotta start somewhere

by retracing my steps
by looking back
and seeing where I've been

where I'll be going
it's all in the knowing
in the becoming known

I am becoming something else
by coming out of what I've been

I've been slower, I've been faster
I've been the cave
I've been the master
I've been the slave
I've been the master
I've been the cave
I've been slower, I've been faster

by coming out of what I've been
I am becoming something else

in the becoming known
it is all in the knowing
where I'll be going

and seeing where I've been
by looking back
by retracing my steps

to go forwards I gotta start somewhere
and it seems sometimes I lack the words
so I end up writing backwards

hehehe
tumble roll
roll a joint and
pack my bowl and I've got
a bit of mental lag so it's a
little hard to pack my bag 'cause
I'm a little fried maybe a little
charred even, totally
baked, I'm a cake frosted
but I haven't lost it,
Sometimes I'm a little confused
but I'm still baking!
whole wheat **** infused
chai tea orange zest cookies
yummy sativa,
a dash of indica but
whoa!
mmm they're
dangerously delicious
and one, two, three,
oops! that's four and
one more, they're just
so good! if only I could
stop!
but yummm
sat nammmnomnom

I felt silly.

I felt silly because I didn't want to go to sleep and I was ******* exhausted.

But I wanted to soak in that starry soulshine you shimmer.

It's so easy to fall asleep
in it's radiant rippling warmth,
to float in it.

And it's just as easy to
stay awake in it as well,
to swim in it.

There are three things on this list:
Sleep, and basking in
your existence.

The latter is right at the top,

and  sleep  is
  all   the   way
      at    the
bottom.

Writing about you
is all the space
in-between.

But hey, I won't get too deep,
Because it's truly time for

sleep.

I like to feel my weight lifted by the water

I like to sink my head
beneath it's surface and
listen to my breath

my eyes blinking
my heartbeat
in my head

I like to feel the warmth
permeating my body
releasing tension

softening jagged feelings

I like to turn out the lights and
lay in the morning darkness

savoring the drowsiness of the newfound day

The time before all critters
and errands of the day
come roaring to life

I like to feel the purr of serenity

her warm eyes of
wonder and kind skin
kindle
a crackling aortic inferno
further fed
by a voice that feels
like water going down
but like a fireman
from Fahrenheit 451
sets my words aflame
with kerosine kisses
I can't and
I won't try
to ever tell you
what this is exactly
because we never really know
where we're growing
but this is different
this is painless
and it tastes like
nothing my tongue
has ever known
and it takes me to places
I've never been

I hadn't realized
just how parched I was
until she filled up my cup
as she poured out her heart
and I drank it down

omnomnom
yummy cookies
satnamnom and
"There is only One God," they said!
and I was like,
"Psh! Nawww, dude! They're isn't a 'God'. Prove it!" But then I was like, "Wait, since when the **** do I ever prescribe myself to oppressive dichotomous systems?!" and then all of a sudden I was like,
"Wait, there's like an infinite amount of those things!" and
then I was like, "Whoa, infinity is totally one."
but then I was like, "Wait, it's also totally none."
and then I was like, "
everything is one
everything is twice one
everything is half of each
and infinitely more than none
and that sounds like pretty much everyone I know.
and, well, let's just say
that there's one constant
and that one constant is love
and that love is always changing
that love is always growing
expanding in all directions
and ever since ever is it
becoming love

(it's not wrong to be blue, however, it won't help you much for long)
Think positive.
Give an animal some love.
Believe in your dreams. Look forward to them.
Swim.
Sing. Loud!
Hug.
Know that you're beautiful, loved, and important.
Eat something delicious!
Don't get hung up on being perfect (or having something be perfect)!
Watch a movie you haven't seen in years.
Learn a new skill.
Draw something silly!
Exercise - 100 sit ups. Now! Well, maybe not that many...
Go for a bike ride.
Spend time on yourself.
Say thank you to someone for something you may have taken for granted.
Make something for someone else.
Watch the clouds go by. Try to pick out shapes and animals!
Clean your room up a bit. Or more than a bit, because it probably needs it.
SNAP OUT OF IT, DOOD!
Drink some chamomile tea with honey and milk.
Listen to some smooth jazz or something!
Call a friend :-)

Our eyes are near
and my heart is hot
but your stare is cold
a thousand miles away
Your words are clear
and time has stopped
there's nowhere to go
my thoughts are broken and blurred
Sweet lips, your sweet lips
Carry such a bitter sound

crows* and vultures
pecking at the dead
cash-in-hand cultures
chewing on lead

We are Mother Earth
We are the soil into which
ideas grow their roots
These dendritic webs of words reach for nutritious extrapolations,
anchored answers that ground, keeping the rain from washing them away and the wind from uprooting them from the dirt.
They sprout out of us
as we nurture them
until they blossom
into another.

blue smile
blue hair

blue rims
blue basket

blue bell
blue

the sound of shifting gears

what has been done

cannot be undone but
I can see myself slowly
becoming that way anyway

unraveling like an old sweater with
it's loopholes getting caught on the thickets of the worse and better in the cold weather dead forest pine bramble gamble game, I'm naked and tangled in a spool of yarn like a playful kitty but I've played myself into a knot of the nitty gitty and I'm getting caught like a feather in the crisp breeze of blame and it's a shame that breeze's blowin' around like a thousand pounds of seemingly weightless names and it's a shame we can't be so tame, so lame...

and I surely can't seem to play

when I've laid my sick dog to rest
in a golden trove at the flower grove after I've paid my dues to the devils in my chest and I keep telling myself that it's all for the best, that I can't have nothing but the best, I say
and then I pay, pay, pay
and pray all day for
someday

I'll be able to play like I used to

The once plump
****** blister is
now a deflated ego

a portion of identity
lays separated,
slightly detached and

peeled back -
there is another layer
also dead

and peeled back -
there is raw skin
feeling fresh air
for the first time

It is stinging cool
from the soft breeze
from the swinging of the arm
at every tick tock

and the soul is swinging
from the tips of my fingers

I feel my heart rolling down
the sleeves of my shirt as
centrifugal and gravitational
forces pull blood towards the
surface of my skin and I feel
the rhythms of my systole
diastole tension and release and

the ocean leans in
for a kiss and
leaves fish stranded
on the sand

in it's parting, the ocean floor
seems to be shallower here

but it must be deeper
somewhere else
and after all

when one door shuts
another opens
when one light goes off
another goes on and
when one universe contracts
another expands

A plant begins to wither
its leaves fall to the ground
and it drops its seeds

To some this may look
in its entirety, like death
but to others it is birth

A seed's shell cracks
its insides come out
and everything changes

To some this may look
like complete destruction
but to others it is growth

Breathe in
Breathe out

Life is a coalescence of
the Surround into the Self

It is a turning outside in

Breathe out
Breathe in

Death is a dissolution of
the Self into the Surround

it is a turning inside out

happiness surrounds the
cries of the newborn

Breathe in

cries surround the
happiness of the dead

Breathe out

Every time I look in their eyes, I see pain. I see hopelessness. I see excuses. I see addiction. I see broken beer bottles and broken promises. I see empty baggies and empty words. I see crushed up little pills and crushed emotions. I see rolled up dollar bills and sweats and chills. I see powder, white powder, and all I hear is their voice getting louder, and louder, and **** it, it’s just too ******* loud and I see smoke in a cloud and their head's up there in it and they can’t, they won’t see, not even for a minute.

sweet flag you are acorus!
you are kori you are the
stalk of the eyes and
calamus oh the core of us
is sipping smoke of
sweet flag
you the reed that
drips sap for my
darkening pupils
you are the line
and the dot
you are the pupil
growing upward
you are the reed that writes
and it's nice to meet you.
mmm

oh dream you are joy,
sweet music and
a whispered scream

nightharrowing daymare
exploding into sparrow
Oh, hello, crow!
You are trans*

You are transforming
You are going across
that land and you are
ab domus! you are
ab fabulous!

You are ab a more amor!
You are becoming,
becoming amor!

You are becoming more!
Always and all ways
you are transcending...

at every now you are
ascending
and even
in descent you are
taking a walk on the y axis

going across the x axis
you are walking down
the infinite spokes
that spin from your soul,

and you are a
medicine wheel,
no, a medicine orb
with spokes like
vines that split like
veins de la vie and

it's la vie en rose
it is blood red lifewine
tendrils of life

and all the lifelines on
your palms
drip vino de vie

they are stark
strokes of scarlet
gushing truth
in vino veritas
in vino veritas

my body is spirit anyway
and my spirit is smoking calamus

blistering sunsets
burn my skin

I watch the ball of love
get further from me,
falling a w a y

It was always out of reach,
but I could feel it's warmth
as long as it was in sight,
but, no longer

It forms rivers from dry wells.

In it's absence,
it has them brimming,
now overflowing, down
channels of skinclay
wrinkles

they run deeper,
than the roots of
the tallest trees,
falling slower, than
the softest cries,
unheard

rocky river ways
froth from the mouth,
splashing and bubbling
in maniacal sadness -

silent white water rapids.

Tussled and unkempt,
shriveled livers beg for mercy,
hidden behind layers of rotting drywall

a rusty sledgehammer.

unused

rip me from the rafters,
frayed ropes laughing at death.
I am still breathing,
fiberglass and sawdust.

Insulate me.

It's thirty minutes to three in the morning.
I woke up from a nap that was half a night's sleep.
It told me to take it further than the tips of my fingers.

Then the words swirl around in my head and get
caught in whirlpools going around and around.
Never really quite profound until
something changes
and the flow changes direction...
all it needs is a little guidance,

and there you are being a little sundance.
It's a cute inward angle of the feet,
ankles out and pulling on your fingertips.

I can't seem to write fast enough
to record the rapid vignettes
flashing around my skull.

but I'm dancing in the rain as
sheets of water slip off rooftops.
and I am wearing a tie-dye shirt that
will never fit me anymore.

a shirt my mother made me...

and my brother is laying
at the foot of the staircase
and I am running down the steps
and with four to spare I jump —
landing on his stomach.

a trampoline, I imagined

and there I sit, in my father's lap
out on the back porch,
with a bag of carrots.
I only like the crunch
crunch crunch ptooey!
my brother is wheezing on the couch

and my porch is covered in carrots

I am 'cause of what I'm not
and I want love, y'know, a bit of
everything and nothing at all
and, well, I want myself back.

I want to want myself.
I want to be myself.
I want to connect.
I want to LISTEN, but
why do I have to be so ******* deaf?

I'm in the backseat now,
behind the wheel, but I can't
hear where we're going

Could you turn it down?
I don't think they heard me.
Nice clouds, pretty trees,
I like the gradient of the sky.

Up and up the elevator and
I'm so tired of your words falling
shattered on my ear drums
as they translate into
polyrhythmic fuckery
and I'm left struck dumb
and scrambling for the downbeat

buzzing lights and whirring wires
humming fans and the squealing
of brakes from 16 floors down

sirens blind my mind's eye and
down on the streets I'm losing your words
like a fat pig chasing an anarchist
black mask, no idea
out of breath

Gah! Whisper in my ear, please.
I just want to climb all the hills and
valleys of your words and swim in
every nuance of their inflection

I just want to be a gift
Present, and able to
unwrap your song

Fine.
Lock me out,
fine gentleman.

Don't let me into
your silly suitcase, mister suit man.

I like the shine in your shoes.
Did you do that all by yourself?
and your salty silk-noose...?

Falling
around the edges of a *****,
dripping dropping slip
slop dope.
Nope.
Can't find the rope.
Sweet cantaloupe,
I can't elope!

Into the fan,
I wrote words, and
they got chopped
insideup
out the other downside
inside the turnstyle
beside the burn dials.

I can't take you
where the fractal ferns reside!
You just broke me like a stone thrown!
You're a sick stone stealer!
I know what you like to own.

Sticks and bones
may make my homes but
words will never

do it

Raindrops fell sideways! like
The way you ****** me that night.
The way you enlightened me and
stole my slumber and
ripped off my rumpled rib prisons and
swallowed a fair portion of my innocence.

You damped a fire I had burning for years but
you set my body aflameflame with
Buddhist monk kerosine kisses
to die in silence for peace for peace but
oh, oh, oh! teacherteacher teach me
a thing or two in the bush blister
blister tick tock callous and, well,
I learned well with stomach well
churning and bile brimming
flowing flooding river sliding
off my tied tongue confused.

The sad part is that I liked you.
You were almost too short to reach
the lowest string on the harp but
you played mine just fine.
It was just out of tune.
Sorry.
I know I'm supposed to
take care of it every day.
Warped wood.
Crack!
Wire pop whip recoil.
Bad ******* bleed black blood, widow.
Lovedeath and reborn twicethrice and
I single-handedly nurtured neurosis and
conquered psychosis like a queen.

He likes to keep his fire engine clean.
It's a clean machine. Very clean!

you Tug, and Tug these Servile Strings,
you've Sewn inTo my Flesh
i've Sewn a Few on You as Well,
a Tangled Gory Mesh

Ev'ry Tug i Take will Rip
your Skin from Off your Bone, but
You've got Quite a Sim'lar Grip,
tug Rip,
cry Laugh,
and Moan

Two Puppets, Each Other's Masters
Together, Beget **Disasters

...and now I know
I am most comfortable
floating with the mystery...

with the ever changing...

I am with the indefinite
and the undefined

where the questions
are answers, and
where the answers
are questions
that lead to more questions...

I am comfortable...
with this ever expanding space,
where each new beginning is an ending,
and each ending is a new beginning...

where there is
only more,
nothing less...
I am comfortable

The "United" States of America
is a new kind of concentration camp.

It is filled with humans that can no longer feel any pain.
Humans that have their freedoms taken from them,
but they enjoy it.

They are shackled to their chairs.
Their gazes are trapped in the screens of their televisions.
This is their only Window.

tricklin' down
the railroad tracks
tickle laugh
forward back
movin' and a groovin'
rockin' and rollin' and I
can't seem to take
my eyes off you
and I just wanna
roll around with you
and yer rollin' 'round
my head, coo coo!
yer rollin' 'round
my head, coo coo!