i will cut off the horns of all the wicked

oldies


Pearblossom

Yeast tickles my belly and the desert grinds in my teeth,
Callused toes to the metal carve routes between us,
But the breadcrumbs float as the wind clouds pummel across the empty pavement I leave behind me,
I float on rubber and lose you in the distance, but this euphoria of love is blind,
No different than our freedom, we make the mistake of believing we can word it,
But it never was there and never will be, even though we feel it clenched within our fingers.
It can’t be lost when we’ve never really had it,
Freedom has come and gone and love is but a loose string in the cobwebs of our needy imaginations,

untitled number two thousand and fifty three

clocks are getting carpal tunnel, hung up on the same routine
the sun will do about anything to be unseen,
greys sick of being grey, envious of black and white,
greed wants to sleep for just one night,
carpool lanes are looking for lawyers cause they just want to be alone,
and girls on the cover of magazines try so hard just to be unknown,

yeah, dude, totally, i know, i feel you on that, dawg! (a.k.a WHY?)

we're lost in a spacious sea of broken communique,
you know what im saying, no, you dont, i never knew what you meant,
what is it that gravitated us toward eachother?
why is it that we approached one another to talk, what cosmic bind gave us the will to acknowledge one another?
why do we chose the friends and lovers we have chosen?
why do we act how we do, dress and eat the way we do?
what was that first influence that made us come to be everything we are?
Al bundy from married with children...?

i was never a judge of cuisine, but you put a bad taste in my mouth,

a belly full of spirits, we met on the edge of the river,
she danced in peach painted panties and asked for my hand,
our hips collided, her hair smelt of tangerine and i couldnt help but quiver,
she pulled me in and my feet swaggered desperately to the band,
she spoke such sweet words, it'd be a christian crime to recite,
the clouds rushed to part, just to catch a glimpse,
and the sun snuck a peak in the darkest of the night,
one second passed and we were underwater,
i had forgotten how to swim and so we dog paddled,
in moments i had declared myself her martyr,
i told her, even the wildest of horses can be saddled,
but she wouldnt have it, she whispered secrets in my ear,
but she held my head under and i never got to hear,

Anyone can be on tv nowadays, but fuck that, they're going to put me in books

the lucid liquid of control drains through the sieve of my shattered fingernails,
a blanket of security is torn from the grasp of a vagrant child,
i've managed to stitch up a wound, but with one healing, more begin to infest the beaten tomb of my body,
i shutter, to shake the demon's from my shoulder, and my imperfections take a cruel turn and steal one of my eyes,
I do not give up, i drag this withered cyclops through the mud, using my elbows to pedal toward a far off light,
Even when my legs have given up on me, I crawl,
Regrets, regrets, fuck them
I'm not one to stay buried, i claw my way out through the muck,
I always said it all falls apart,
but i never thought it would happen to me,