Walking in and out of clouds
i did it more times alone then not
company was the last thing i wanted, that's one of its best tricks
i watched that video over and over, i know this...
because there's no way it lasted endless hours
there were no words, everything i wanted to express at this point
had no relation with the sounds that came from my lips
that ache of vomit and death, that creep up behind you
as the drug intrudes your body, are just a faint memory now
if you frequent this place, a requirement is chain smoking
i could of sworn that cigarette had eternal life
the taste of colors were far to great to deny
they went in perfect unison with those flawlessly distorted movements of sound
that complimented your insignificant waste of space
i did it more times alone then not
company was the last thing i wanted, that's one of its best tricks
i watched that video over and over, i know this...
because there's no way it lasted endless hours
there were no words, everything i wanted to express at this point
had no relation with the sounds that came from my lips
that ache of vomit and death, that creep up behind you
as the drug intrudes your body, are just a faint memory now
if you frequent this place, a requirement is chain smoking
i could of sworn that cigarette had eternal life
the taste of colors were far to great to deny
they went in perfect unison with those flawlessly distorted movements of sound
that complimented your insignificant waste of space
1 comment:
What a coincidence. I just posted an article called "A Storm's a' Comin'" about storms, serendipitous moments, and life in New Orleans in August. I hit "Next" to take a break and read someone else's blog, and yours came up. Nicely done. And I see that you are a fan of juicy stormy weather.
OK, back to work...
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