Rock, Paper, Dynamite
So much crying lately
I spent most of Tuesday
Balling
Blowing my nose
Funeral on Friday
Upset everybody.
The human aspect is kind of a mess
Cop-out sexuality
Without investment
The fast-food of the soul
Death by cancer
People who never smoked
Every day now 'so-and-so has (whisper)
cancer' 'What kind?'
Myself
split into four or more worlds
Sometimes
all going off at once
My
playing cards are tired
And
refuse to perform at the moment
Divided
we fall.
I am
going to play the human race card
The
race for human
Try to
rule out complexity with logic
Try to
not melt the chocolate in the window sill
Not to
help that bloody heart.
What I
want is so simple
How to
get there is an infinite maze of candor
A
mathematical horror movie
The
line of logic more like
A tube
of paint
Under
pressure.
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