So since I've been on the trail
To the water fall
The cadaver that use to slow me down
Can't keep up at all.

I'd rather fall asleep at night
on a bench with a good book
Than have to sit through a movie
And pay ridiculous rent for a shanty nook.

The things I really only like
are things that I can share
Like food and stories and my space
That's why I keep my space bare.

I've eaten fire food.
And read a sad story made of soup.
I remember well the boy who tried to sell me some salt goop.
Good food is good medicine.
It's sinful cake in carrot broth.
It's cheating without cheating.
Showing a story of love and hope.
But if you eat garbage,
Then a ***** of sadness bears on you.
It's a sullen sorry stew.

And unhappiness will not do.

I think I found a way to wear away my stomach
Corrode my hard built gut lining.

It's easy.

It's just making knots out of string
And it hurts but I kind of like
how much it makes my heart sing.
It's a song I never knew who wrote but
it shakes me.

It's louder than a missile
shot from a fighter jet.
It's a wreckful way to live a life you love.
But it's the self that I respect.

somehow i let a lion live in my room
somehow some beast, some bear for a way to rear its
way out of my broken water closet.
Some how.... some way I have to posit some sort of solution
some way to drown her.
some way to put her down.

i shouldn't have tried to have so many issues
it's like living in a picture show stitched together with all my tissues
and paintings made of fear.
it's nearer that i'd thought it be
its my monster i have to fear

I really don't have the wherewithal to weather all this worrisome ****.

They said I should stay in the ground.
It'll be awful *****
Try not to be wordy
And don't be the man we gotta send back.

I'm lacking on motion
And I cause quite a scene.
To be like a bit birdy is to be bloodlisciuos mean.
It'll feel so obscene.
It'll like that I'm dead. That I'm like you.