gonzo.pete
Bluelighter
POWDERED WATER
I tend to sink instead of swim,
I don’t belong, I don’t fit in,
There comes a thought of good belief,
Till head explodes from grinding teeth .
The thought has gone, it’s left the room,
The spiralling perpetual doom.
If thoughts could speak what would they say,
For grinding teeth keep words at bay.
The night is young, but then so old,
Walking home with shivers, cold.
The heated words are colder still,
The angry fire blackened will.
Now come to me, now leave alone,
A simple pleasure ,flesh and bone.
Some warmth of skin, some sheer delight,
See lonely fleeing through the night.
Lonely flees, and with him cold,
And left with flesh for him to hold.
Belonging now he’s fit to think,
I tend to swim instead of sink.
10/11/03
I tend to sink instead of swim,
I don’t belong, I don’t fit in,
There comes a thought of good belief,
Till head explodes from grinding teeth .
The thought has gone, it’s left the room,
The spiralling perpetual doom.
If thoughts could speak what would they say,
For grinding teeth keep words at bay.
The night is young, but then so old,
Walking home with shivers, cold.
The heated words are colder still,
The angry fire blackened will.
Now come to me, now leave alone,
A simple pleasure ,flesh and bone.
Some warmth of skin, some sheer delight,
See lonely fleeing through the night.
Lonely flees, and with him cold,
And left with flesh for him to hold.
Belonging now he’s fit to think,
I tend to swim instead of sink.
10/11/03
