The Come Down

The table tops are sloppy / the ashtrays overflow
chair legs unscrewed / wobbly / the whiskey spilled
this time what I'd call too far away from my body
no longer joint custody / still held responsible / wrongly
my mind's grown far too bawdy feeling too alone
in somebody else's home jumpin' with so many bodies
my limbs are not my own / these lips cannot / I cannot own
too raw too tawdry / no love between 'em tastin far too salty
then why so convinced my slurrin' comes across slyly
walls are breathin' an' spinnin' like I'm in the laundry
and I wonder why I can see my ghost spryly smilin' beside me

Every time in retrospect I would tell you
that the drugs work / no doubt about it
and I ain't tryin to fill no hole just tryin'
to expand my horizons and feel more whole
but sometimes in retrospect long after the come down
I can tell you that the drugs //
they fuckin' work / sometimes almost too well

So I be faint like a crook / and steal away slowly
to that of my dose / my hook / take it in wholly
shit sir thanks for the bump / appreciated homie
thanks for the cap but I already rolling / all kinds
of shit stirring inside and movin' on through me
whoa I'm comin up way too fast / I'm kinda losing control
wait what did you say? / I can't seem to understand ya
oh god / think I copped too much I can't even stand up
better grasp onto the banister / I know it was too much
don't tell me I told ya / only six more hours 'til the drain
of the come down / just gonna have to wait this shit out
but fuck I'm trippin' balls / just prop me up against the wall
hand me my smokes and a lighter / get me a lemon to suck on
get me some water / kill all the music and turn all of the lights on
sorry but I still got no clue where I am / I do not know my location
I'm experiencing and afraid of every thought that I am thinking
falling apart one piece at a time with every shallow breath I'm taking

just six more hours 'til the come down I know that I can make it
I know I won't swallow my tongue 'cuz I can taste the damage
I know my brain is bleeding but I don't know if I can manage
because I don't know what time is because right now I got
the consciousness of a goldfish and as far as I can tell I've
spent my entire life in a birdcage locked away and banished

just six more hours 'til the come down
just six more hours 'til the come down
just six more hours 'til the come down
shit man I think you need to lay down
hold on / just do the best ya can and wait for it to slow down

just six more hours 'til the come down I know that I can make it
I know I won't swallow my tongue 'cuz I can taste the damage
I know my brain is bleeding but I don't know if I can manage
because I don't know what time is because right now I got
the consciousness of a goldfish and as far as I can tell I've
spent my entire life in a birdcage locked away and banished

every time in retrospect I would tell you
that the drugs work / no doubt about it
and I ain't tryin to fill no hole just tryin'
to expand my horizons and feel more whole
but sometimes / long after the come down
I can tell you that the drugs //
they fuckin' work / sometimes almost too well

The Human Condition

At the sound of these chimes I find my rhymes persistent
propagating positive lines like I'm getting a fine dime
for every time a mind's been lit with
the light of my tongue's a diamond
perfect sides that reflect consistence
mirror images bend to ways of that of my mystics
transcend synonyms of my soul that I don't know like secrets
that's why I lend my family the castle and moat the thrown is our own
cuz they the surrounding spirits that know where the lungs & home is
and when one of the tribe is fucked with
we armor clad battle honed and steady
slitherin outta rome gotta handful of gonads
at our right hands our cronies grins glimmering
behind helmets shimmering appendages fingering
towards the hilts of swords we forged from serpents
built with love but that's why we shove relentlessly
endlessly our wrists are framed by white cuffs
sharp as a sturgeon surgeon stuffed
with Ritalin urging for a patient
a skin ticket a slit in the right divet
a twist on the spout of the right spigot
sorry hun about the extra incision
but a motherfuckers gotta pay the rent
to house my lovers and friends
a reason worth fighting for
a reason to brandish our blades
curve the words / extinguish the hate
relinquish the state of the sounds we made
hammer and sickle and socket and spade
laid from the dirt into mounds
reconditioning the ground
we may reposition landscapes
but what of the heartscapes and what do the storms say?

still as a staff against a soldiers stiff palm
calm as an explosion in the basement
disaster derangement
hurricanes we could encase and harness
if we projected a positive lattice across the face of the planet

do tell what are the depths
of this furious well that flourishes well
what are the composites of the human condition
do tell what are it's systems
where is the book of shadows to it's spells
here's a paper and pencil write that down
and list them in order of where they're bound from
where they are going and where I can catch them
cuz I got inside information that recognition of these
human traits as weaknesses is dangerous
cuz I'm experiencing symptoms deemed slanderous
that we're comin to grips with our old sickly position
maybe bone thin still thickly spun hazardous
waste contaminates our taste the similarities
amidst our breathy kiss betwixt the mist
we trace the lips of our brethren hope spattered
community laced racing the endorphins
it's like were all dreaming the same dream
so take me to a place unlike anything I've ever seen
unlike anywhere I've ever been
where the only machines propagate beauty
and a sound that is near haunting

sound that fulfills and never leaves me wanting

where we're never walking

just glide on the tones we're practically floating

so take me to a place unlike anything I've ever seen

unlike anywhere I've ever been

a place inside where we know what we can be

where we know what can be reached

so take me

still as a staff against a soldiers stiff palm
calm as an explosion in the basement
disaster derangement
hurricanes we could encase and harness
if we projected a positive lattice across the face of the planet
in the blink of an eye / in the space of a life
we could wake up tomorrow and everything'd be fine
we just need to confide in that the deliverance of the beauty of life
is based in our conscious projection of willful change and of mind
and we could explore space
together
both inner
and outer
in peace
forever

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25 hours ago my 2nd cousin whom I don't remember ever having had met shot himself in the head

23 hours ago I was dancing hard like there was nothing left that could be said

Notes on Language

The wind out amongst the fairies
seemed so much calmer on that night my love
they spoke less than I imagined they would and even that was none
they sang more than the seconds that go by without you and that can
only mean that there are presences out there that exist outside of time

that can only mean that if I can be aware
of the planet and weathers interaction with
these presences that there is somewhere
between the island and mainland
I can drift into and linger in the timelessness
it is this space that we share
whether you are beside me or not
whether I am dreaming or not
for these presences they are
not beyond our ability to converse with

in retrospect I come to see that in those dreams on those nights
we looked in on one another with such satisfaction we had no need
to visit the cosmos of the ocean the universe of the sea on those nights
when the full moon matched the glow of your skin the curve of your cheeks
I never knew that I did not know a single language to relay to you
a single breath with which to speak because the best conversations
between us came as suddenly then dissipated as 1/4 notes and steam
they are as real as deja vu yet to come
as real as our love to be I am currently dreaming

and so on those nights when the houses lights seem dimmer and the
wind blows calmer than it ever has before I will open my mouth in the cold
sing to you in languages that have never been written and are already lost
so that wherever in time it is that you are hiding
you will hear me...and follow

I am imitating your sounds with the waving of my hands
I am scribing your transmissions on my hips
I am studying the notes on language
and I am waiting

Pursing Bodies

And you take let us assume third toke long and slow
you vaporise and you take it in and in and in
and there is this point where the faces of the choir
fade of soft emerald green and there is this sinking
this sinking that thins like spinning wool
to the very point between finger tip and the rest
of the mind where a women let's call her Ruth
lets go and I am there in the emptiness
floating a single refracting sphere
reflecting the resonance of a face that
looks me straight in the fucking eyes
and in a voice of unrelinquished
hunger and justice just says run

and honestly through out all of my experimenting
all of my searching and studying I've come to the conclusion
that I'm just not too sure what else there is that I can do
so like Ruth told me in a dream I had nearly five years ago
I'll do the only thing that for all this time that I knew for sure to be true

I'll take whats left and what I want
and remind myself that that is all I need
the tools that I have they serve a purpose
a temple built outside of purity is a site of desecration
is not worth mentioning propagated and useless
my pockets are sewn with burgeoning seeds
cloth sacks heavy with earth and with every need
I'll press the hilt of the blade closer and closer
just to watch it gently slowly bleed
slit the throat of a thief called greed
and I am just now being hardened
and I am just now getting started

but I'm not quite sure what all of this is for
so I will burn out clean
and if you ever want to know
the last words of a dying man
you can find them in the mouths of babes
and let whatever comes that may
the memories of these things will burn away
clean
you can find them in the whispers of ash
that turn to butterflies and softly spindle off
you can find them in the foot prints of soot
where on that day I was looked straight in the eyes
and I said if there is an ounce of this that is
without truth you can kill me where I stand

and if you ever want to know
the last words of a dying man
you can find them in the mouths of babes