Flat out on
the riverside
by choice
I’m sweating
out the purge
of the poison
hoping for
a cleansing
I was sick
like Hawkins
motionless
not talking
just distant
and frozen.
I’m talking
years of service
to love and
a purpose
lost it and
found it
now I’m circling
around it
through my
fingers sifting
like Dr Jones
I’m drifting
trudging through
this endless
snake-pit.
That’s what I
call the road
freedom it failed
to bode
miles to go
a history to close
feel it in my bones
they crumblin’
and I’m tumblin’
through rabbit
holes and
pumpkins.
Stories confused,
the fall left me
empty in the
dark and
I wait for a
glow in the
distance
for more
than an
instant
eternity
or infinity
or something
equally
deluded
no rationality.
I’ve got nothing left in my heart, man
I’ve got nothing left in my heart, man
doing what I can like a phantasm no hands
feel it in my other and I got no control, man.
I told you I aint no wolf, man
she’s the wolf and I’m trapped in her jaws, man
doing what I can like a phantasm no hands
feel it in my other but I’ve got no control.
