My feet hurt
for standing too long
in the shower line
waiting for you
to pick up the phone
on the other end
it rang rang rang to no avail
And she's survived the rain storms all to well
But she looks to me I know she does
I can see
and when the month ends
it will be just she and me
her and I
me and she, no three
What tree, down ward facing dog,
God do you believe?
I dare not ask the sexy slut fiends
I can barely force myself to stay awake
Barely staying alive
sustained by this life support
breaking into a sweat
filling up with vomit
Here on this vine
drinking this wine
where my soul is gradually being cleaned out
Two years and counting
But there it is
I got what I want
You always get what you want
whether it be
la boheme, ladies and art
and now
It is time to move on.
Some iridescent plane to take you far away from this place
Some incandescant town nearby a magical fairy tale space
I woke up thinking
Yes, I think its time.
For yet another game a magic spell to cast
between my teeth
some different sheaths
But you cannot run away from yourself
You can only run towards the truth
You can run into the woods
But chances are you are too big for the trees
So pack a toothbrush
We're going abroad
To find the Princess who created a Prince when she kissed the Frog.
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