old hunger makes us sick forget who we are and where we're going
how to see thru fog how to pierce the sky where's the truth in all this mustard gas and lies
translucent silken shadows of people wishy washy wistful thinking like 'o look at big sophisticated words dribbling across page - verbal ***** great philosopher all expression and thought purge speaking in a vacuum' petulant little lines for liar's lurid heart petty little fines growing large from the start
what is this point you speak of and how do we get there if it is really about the journey and not the destination then can i get off right now
or
can i be seal eye headlight hi beams is there trust enough left between us two to go on down this road together or part ways at lightning fork in path
no
i go into petrified forest bog to hide and melt and decompose bucolic rot under stalwart stoic onlooking trees
you go to riches, glory, ******* and now sprouting planted seeds misgivings all forgotten like irreverent, irrelevant childish deeds
and
i grow bitter and ferment starving gut absinthe filled with frozen wormwood lies like Poe and de Quincy and all the rest