I stay high because I can’t take life grounded, I’m dumbfounded and surrounded by beauty in my cerebral plane, my gray matter, my feeble brain
I strain and strive to stay alive in each moment of the mundane Monday which my life becomes
unless I’m lifted and my paradigm’s shifted
effervescent crescent moons so gifted in the landscape of nightfall, we could fight, we could brawl
Or we could just take lucy and have a juicy free-for-all
It sounds dirty because it is,
Because my censor’s malfunctioned since I was a little kid,
Cause if my mind was in junction them I’d flip my lid, and pop my top, and pop the button on your jeans, rip the seams, and drip my dreams into a bottle of Jim Beam, teeming with bacteria.
Spray it with Lysol, Clorox, chloroform, conform. Go numb and subscribe to the norm, never leave your college dorm and study til the hungry worms consume your undead flesh.
Or stay fresh, stay blessed with that sticky icky hydro,
I’m not sickly though my eyes low, the tide flows through me and the ocean breathes salty and Modest Mouse makes another hit for the kids.
Another tandem id rid of drums that don’t repeat themselves, or unseat the healthy, wealthy, and wise or get stealthy and take a laser to the lies of a society that executes anyone who tries against piety,
The riot grrl in me takes her shirt off and howls,
Nestled deep in the bowels of a festering citry, of the blistering pity assigned to my shitty piece of the planet called Earth.
For what it’s worth, there’s a boy I immerse myself in, the hearth of my sin and each flame of my desire which feeds inner fires inside me every time he takes a breath.
The oxygen fuels me and rules me and challenges all that will cool me, the embers remember what’s left of my simmering passion,
And in perfect Rose fashion, I will say nothing to him.