What foul animal would crawl to your heart and there abide, bloating your mind with ideas so that vomitous fear gives birth to unhealthy desire and you accept the animal as your own? Would you let your restraint go to where the leaves blow?
Always in want, never achieving A pursuit of something thatâ€™s always a nothing vacuums the heart so that peace becomes death and death is life and life is tempting But itâ€™s an uncertain living; ethereal and god-like, or regressive and primitive? Which way to go, up or down? And what if there arenâ€™t ups or downs but only sideward ventures thatâ€™ll leave us guessing forever? These are the crossroads.
Lash myself to the unwritten word, await the thought collide Caffeine brain in limbo (a violent still it is) Synonym should be the present, reality is the past Tummy turmoil, wearily obscene The first thought from the wrong direction to lay me low No surprise in the safety of circling depressions Itâ€™s a sin to scream from pain to pain Thatâ€™s not for them but for dreams of candy Lemon heart with a twist of tongue and iâ€™m sprawling from limbo to stutter like a camera in the Now … Continue reading →