I taste every thought that squirts from your mind,
I see every word you say.
I don't even know that music, but my voice is begging,
just reveal the secret to me.
"It is better to give than to receive"
There is a silver balloon gloating over me.
I wrap myself in cloudy blankets
day after day.
Saturday is a mousepad, rolled, in my throat.
Yes, my eyes have seen the glory:
God is coming slowly, I am going slowly.
May wonders never cease
For your touch I would fling wildly
my flesh to the vast forests of earth.
The creaks of my heart caulk the cracks in my mind,
down the wood of my soul weighs my body's beams.
For your touch I would hate my life.
My strength, oh my strength, my links to you,
My strength never came to
for I do not understand myself.
My scattered self stares from all sides,
springing forth from proprietary psychoses, and I am scared.
I am a monkey in the middle
day after day.
Labels: Fred
9/08/2007 11:36:00 PM