stay awake for weeks
you cannot not fall
faster than the daymare
momentum heavy heavy
gravel falling on you
leaves are falling baby
feel the eaves dropping by
cobwebs in the corner
of your eyes were made
for seeing all
and then absconding
with everything left except
the ashes in the fire
shadows fell and shadows dripping
no one sews the stitches these days
when memories of halloween
are like evil ever present
in the eyes of three and four year olds
chewing sickly candy
our old minds remember chewing
edgar allen poe
and we glow like zombie eyeballs
when there's nothing left below
the vcr's on rewind
and the fathoms down below
west into the sunrise
of nightmares yet to blow
along the the railway ditches
rotten apples in a row
we wake upon fear dreaming
of another
best advice advice not given
best better vice not give at all
no rehearsing this one
this reversing hospital
no guitars guitars not given
the morning wet and new
the neighbor met unmet not giving
mercy's mite to you
scripts unwrit unwrit no warning
rising over you
they know everything
they know everything
they write plays just to explain you
there isnt any reason
there isnt any warning
this whole world is awake and alive
and there isnt any excuse
for dinasaurs... they know it all already
they know the whole fucking script...
the writ the writ
we wrote it...
it's rising with the sun.
they draft our nightmares
while we drown in explanations
so fucking over tired
so fucking over tired...
we are supposed to be illiterate
a literate person would say that they know
we dont
so we blow
fire and bad bad storms
spun into cinema sunsets
yeah what else is new...
they cut their teeth on us, man
they learned their language from us, man
i wouldnt write these word at all
if i didnt know for a fact
that our nails are sharp
like the words we use just to get by
the rails we use when we get tired of
unraveling the ways
juice is dripping down their red red lips
so kill the explanation
will shatter the ramp
we amp we vamp
hell's steep hallucination
and they keep the world spinning for us
while we find new ways of not winning
inspite of us
we paved the road wide and straight
for the times when they think they own the causeway
forget about it this way
last time you lost your shit
you landed in their big fat belly
splayed out with the roadmap they swiped to get to us
they love us.
i dont want ot hear us waste another breath despondent
mourning the loss of us
we breathe it in and out
city centers spike the instant we wake
and when we spend nights like 20 dollar bills
they save the change
just to surprise us.
the tired phrase
anything is possible
is true.
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Composed as a hungover letter to a meticulous and uncompromising friend.
2006. haven't heard a word from Steve since ?2009 an avid rock-climber
Maybe he Literally fell off the face of the Earth
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