I crumpled up my hands in fists
And talked about some silly things
With voice raised up
And eyebrows tensed
I tried to make myself a man
But all these things that I’ve done wrong
Were little more than strikes on gongs
The beating of my life on drums
An angry chicken pecking cans
And scattered up and down my head
Lie tired thoughts in gutter beds
All heaped up, clogging drain pipes
The hotdog wrappers of my mind
I’m crying now like rainless skies
Like desert dust that’s learned to fly
And all this cheese, these tacky thoughts
Are just more trash that add to clot
I’m crumbling now from over crowding
An ancient temple that’s eroding
Too many feet of passersby
Aimless flocks of careless spies
Look at me through my own eyes
A tourist of myself am I
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
I crumpled up my hands in fists
And talked about some silly things
With voice raised up
And eyebrows tensed
I tried to make myself a man
But all these things that I’ve done wrong
Were little more than strikes on gongs
The beating of my life on drums
An angry chicken pecking cans
And scattered up and down my head
Lie tired thoughts in gutter beds
All heaped up, clogging drain pipes
The hotdog wrappers of my mind
I’m crying now like rainless skies
Like desert dust that’s learned to fly
And all this cheese, these tacky thoughts
Are just more trash that add to clot
I’m crumbling now from over crowding
An ancient temple that’s eroding
Too many feet of passersby
Aimless flocks of careless spies
Look at me through my own eyes
A tourist of myself am I
Thanks for reading!
