from Michigan
I'm a bassist a poet and a painter
I am going to ban the word
It hangs in your mind
encompasses all
shut up about love
and the things it does to you
forget feeling happy
walking on air
forget always having somebody there
artists
forget love
I beg
don’t make your other words mute
drowned out by the endless screams
begging for love
can anything else make us feel alright
than somebody to sleep next to at night
repeat of yesterday, jogged and biked around town zooted
more breathing problems wonder if its the bud or allergies. Found this really cool bookstore tucked into a diner on 12 mile. Cant believe I never went in before.
A giant blue mural like an acid dream
listen to Marc Maron
talk about autistic teens
jingle bells on the door
Tibetan bells inside
The man at the counter was so fucking high
I was breathing through a curtain made of
rice paper and patchouli
instructed where to find a book on yoga
by a lady named Julie
she led me though stack,
after stack,
of paperback,
on the floor
there where no shelves
in the hippie bookstore
today I rode my bike eight miles back and forth across town
and in my head I solved the nonexistent problem of segregation in my neighborhood
by putting shuffle on
and mixing kids like songs
don’t mix
bikes and bongs
coffee tea
things aren’t good from this side of the screen
desperatly trying to balance
chemistry
sober, soul to bear
or blank stoned stare
dont celebrate it
addiction
either I am loving everybody
or worry they don’t love me
try to find an in between
I wish to say something deep
but im sober
all I can think of is me
sorry
“no man”
it’s not cool
I force skin curtains from faded eyes
like a sepia photograph, living
wake before sun
then laugh at its lateness,
your slowing down my friend, sun
our time of power has come to an end
make way for defiant white
thunderstorms already keep us at bay
no longer shall we heat the day
I feel myself fading with you
lost in the horizon again
but this time, among friends
I’m sick tired of your bullshit
It’s sheer and permeates these walls
Just like what I use to tolerate it
we both give another excuse
but I don’t think that’s enough
might have to give it up
wondering how long
your gonna keep me waiting
debating,
quitting while I’m still behind
this isn’t helping your case
HELP ME!
I am so lost
searching for something
I will never find in the arms of friends
telling myself that there’s an end
self improvement only goes so far…
today I surrender
addictions
flaws
these are the things people know me by
why?
I’m just like a windup clock in the way
I have two hands and a face
And everyone always wants to punch me
When i’m buzzing them awake
Write a jukebox ballad for a lonely boy
But never give him a quarter
Give jack the seed for a beanstalk but
Don’t give him any waterOh i’m a poet in a looney bin
If I told you what was on my mind
you would call me crazy
I cant find the right words
so why waste my time?
all the same, clones
with fake names
answer the question I didn’t ask
then ask if I’m insane
her secondhand death
Is killing me
the spillover
from a careless lover
she cant even see
cut through the fog
look at me
cut off your aching limbs
so we can dance
like an old photograph
hazy hazy
secondhand death
enable me
I’m sick of their shit
they whine like they are special
make themselves alone
there is nothing wrong
with you
your just dumb
all your opinions and emotions
are caused by chemical side effects
of life
and I am no different
we are all stupid animals
give up
shut up
I realized today that I love you
while sitting alone under the stars
the kind of night I’m sad to think you
may have never had before
I was wishing you were with me.
when I realized I was smitten.
that every great taste, experience
every beautiful view
everything that brings me joy
I want to share
with you
(Source: chillian)
