i spit slowly in the gutter
and face you with a stutter

trapped inside a bubble
all my thoughts begin to muddle
dripping out my ears
in an incandescent puddle

time takes on another form
shades of grey and black. forlorn.

life loses its appeal
when everything is so unreal
i brim so full of tears
its almost tiring to conceal

a luke-warm wave of bland
sing along to your favourite band

its always all the same
every motion, word, and name
run with all your fears
cause life is nothing but a game

slipped from this bottle into my mind
just to leave it all behind

drops of ice into my palm
and im flooded with a calm
like a murky blood red sunrise
in a light grey morning dawn

well, you told me i was sunshine
and i told you i was sewage and slime
you said that i was a universal transmitter of love
you said "you are like a bleeding sharpie"
i was confused at that last one

but professed that no; i was a black hole
that soaked up rays of sunshine
and the blood of many sharpies
with unquestionable gravity powers
i crushed the light, it all became night

you tried to explain to me how pretty
sharpies were when you pressed them hard
and they bled out on the page like nothing's left
but i refused to believe
"there was nothing in the first place
life is nothing"

so you asked me what was wrong
and i told you my heart was melting
warm, i could feel it dripping and slipping
you said be happy, and i agree,
i'll be there in a few days. maybe

better days
float though my memory
like an incandescently lit moon
we can pluck it from the sky
and hallucinate a sweeter tune
to hum as we walk
over granite grey roads;
and dead lines of thick chalk
a lonely sick moon
mourning the ruin
of its earth-mother love
we have taken and forsaken
like a little toxin
gulped down with water
eyes bulging.
the green tree frog asked,
how do you like you poison?