Those sleepless summer nights Sweat pouring from every crack In thinly layered sunburnt skins It was all *******-on-the-floor Blood-on-the-sheets And ******* Living out highschool fantasies Like the cool kids
Life before 22 was all a dream Of midsummer swelter and Salt water In the mind of the dog Chained up in the universe's yard Tethered to the ether world Racing rabbits through space While I was turned into an *** Staring at the mirror And my expressionless face
This must be how cancer feels Growing increasingly smaller In a world where cabinets And aspirations grow increasingly taller She met the devil For coffee on diagnosis day But the deal they made didn't take Her hair fell out And her body atrophied anyway She found herself Floating far far away Her blood coagulating like A broken thermometer Of mercury
Salvador Dali painted this fall The house of salvatore Minds gone to roost under warm eaves Staring fireplaces Hungry couches and singing windows It's all ******* drooping like clocks And derailing thoughts The local biddies Cluck their tongues At the absurdity of infinity And the girl in Ace Hardware Buying shoepolish to hide her tan lines Yawns, as her boyfriend feels her up
*Meanwhile I collapse Like a house of cards with a flick of the wrist Thinking about life's mathematical beauty
So I've basically been losing my mind and the only thing I can compare it to is surrealism. Which incidentally I have always enjoyed and I usually paint in a similar style, but I don't like living it.