kay: im not fittin' in baby. why are you like this?
me: you have a way of making me feel insignificant. you dont care
Two ducks in a pond i bet you think thats pretty clever dont you boy?
Benzedrine eyes and a rag in your mouth
run alike swarms of cause on pause
fed the beast swarthy
lips sticking shut
insight which is but a frozen juxtapose
is the starry eyed, dried wide-blue, deep yours
Are your vindictive eyes and bright eyed gaze phantasm
trickled by both life and death in a silhouette
Are you twisted into knots like the arms of last measure’s war phantasm;
idiosyncrasies who are lone in the west?
Am I here all alone
on the surface of the sea
your extensors are reaching out to the monster
the monster being love reaches back\ (force ten gale mammoth)
for a way up up down nightmare aware you are too blue
You being love-tricked
and all alone with the rag doll
homesick and lost
wearing rings on every finger
Not worrying what they or you say I’ll live and love and maybe someday
who knows, baby, you may love again