Saturday, June 20, 2009
a moment in isolation
i was thinking about so much but now i cant remember i cant really tap into it or access it i was high to make rent i didnt decide to think anything about it or turn into coins i just wanted to make rent i remember the way you busked along the waterfront i remember your art and i think about how you turn into coins you are magical so you turn into coins then you reappear as smoke and reshape as flesh you become a body you become somebody you are busking in the streets near the water turning into coins and reappearing as smoke i just wanted to make rent i didnt mean to remember anything i didnt want to think about seven hundred dollars or vomiting on sedatives you can have my blood if you want it its not mine to keep its the blood of the universe i am the air of the universe the universe that needs my blood the blood of the universe i didnt remember your art to turn into coins i wanted to turn into coins to buy a coffee i wanted to have a cigarette and then i turned into coins so i couldnt buy a coffee or have a cigarette when i reappeared as smoke i thought of you busking along the waterfront i remember your art your melodies the brooding organ of your being that is what you are you are a brooding organ that turns into coins and reappears as smoke you are really magical i didnt mean to forget myself but i couldnt forget seven hundred dollars and how i need to make rent so i gave my blood to the universe i was high and i brought up water expelled it just to remember your art and your brooding organ heart beat the essence of you the physical magical spiritual essence of you your very ego and your shadow your darkness and your eternal and shining optimism how you turn into coins so i can buy a coffee and reappear as smoke so i can have a cigarette we are always missing each other and i made rent
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