Now splashing through fire, Now burning in water, Night all drunk up and moonlit. Now I'm insane and stare at wallpaper The way one looks at a Piccaso. And the worms sing my bones. Birds fly fire roses open like smoke, And words thread hot needles like wire. I pray for California, I pray for rain, I pray a quick death As a spider crawls up the wall. And all the tunnels go down in the dark, As we go down in the dark. And I ask for a cup of myrrh, And I'm handed a snake instead. I dream like London And blue carbon gas. I float through alleyways of wine soaked fights. Ravens cluck the hour, The bottom of my soles. Jesus sleeps in Nebraska tonight. Adam and I both fall to dust. There's a stone in my heart, A fly in a frenzy There's Tulsa and crab cakes And 3 for a dollar, And something for the little lady. Watch a drunk slam into 7 parked cars As the world go as mad as a roach. While old St Benedect dreams in his shoes of endless Bikinis and bottles of beer. And my bottle goes Blam, And I pick up another, And I go with it. My mind is a symphony now Of wire and spit spray And I go with it, I go with it, Into it now, Into the terror, Roaring, Roaring, Roaring.
This is kind of a poem of rage and release. Im a softly with a lion's heart.