Midnight has struck

Midnight has struck

And my flag goes down

We’ve said it all

And I’ve still got a frown



The sweetest sweet has soured the milk

So I hang around

And chill with my ilk



To distraction run

To the bubble I’m free

If but for a moment

But it ain’t easy



And it’s taking its toll

And I can’t satisfy

And a line and a line

The page won’t fly



So he keeps up the fight

And he carries the light

By the manic compulsion of Heaven’s last fright



He can’t give up

Cause there’s too much hype

I’m just your type

We don’t even use Skype



Cause everybody wants to meet her

Toast a wine and dine and greet her

And the Gates surrender Jobs

Apple turns to pear to Acorn

                In the moonlight

                In the moonlight



Desperation echoes its latent calling in the mall

                I want it all

Another day another dollar and I’m done

                It was fun



But it comes back to us

Like a lighter on the bus

When we read the tags

Between the parking lines



And on the trains roaring by



So fucking high

We’ll be

Like a monkey climbing up a tree

When we dream together

In the night



If my word’s pornography

Offends your tired sympathy

I will smoke another bowl

Until I’m free



Sitting under a tree

And my best friend sits beside me

In the night



Under my coat

                Just for a moment

Under my coat

                 We’ll take a pause



Hitting up under the sun

In the park just cause it’s fun

Underhanded is the way I’ve got to be

It’s got me guilty



But it’s fun



So I don’t care



I’ll take a breath

I’ll take a pause

I’ll tap the deepest peace between the spinning cause



Away

Cast away

Once had he was



But then exploded in a supernova



Big bang

Hussein

WHAT THE FUCK THEY THINK THEY DOIN YEAH IT’S INSANE



I could go on

I could just write another song

I can’t stop even writing not I’ve been

For 2 whole days



I swear I can’t remember



Am I still high?

I never seem to come down long enough to sigh



So I thought

I’ll try the street

Number 3 it happened just a meet and greet



And I died

So I’ll live

It’s just a day

And again around around all day okay



My meter’s off

I chase the form

Every day yeah why not

Now I’m feeling warm



I’ll say it subtle

Let’s go make cash



Let’s go and kick some motherfucking crazy ass



I’ll drive a fifty

You’ll hundred pull

And together 2 or 3 a G or forthwith drop a bill 150

And then we stall



And falling faster

Into a spin



Till the spin becomes a blow



Oh God it’s Sunday tomorrow



I cannot go

Oh no oh no



My evil carries through the night

A few years slow

Because I’m older now than you



So take It easy

Take care on me

I’ll be your prince

And take it easy

If only I can be free



Oh God she’s dancing

Should I just care?

Or barely but it’s random

Wanna talk about my hair



It’s just off topic

I wanna dance

And play off word’s metaphoric rhyming lance



***Marry me girl, *** be my fairy to the world,

be my very own constellation -



Should I stop reading

How long it’s been

Uh seriously, what’s my time here –



(if they want more)



A father’s pride

Oh God I lied

Oh how I lied and lied away my grieving heart

                It’s an art

To suffer everything away until you care no more

About it all

So damn much



Should I smoke it up the daily

Or is it a crutch



I can’t get

On the phone

Oh God they’re watching

Oh but not telegram I guess that’s encrypted.



Sigh.  Back to random.  Jesus and the song switches right as I finish writing.  HHHHHHOOOOLLLY SHIIIIT