…phantasm

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.

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