Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
Walking through the scared sacred forests of hello
Madman whispers of poetic license, strange verbal rites, and bastard curses in your ear
This dream screams of fear
This is a phobic need for normalcy
Sipping wine and thinking of streetlights
The blank confessions of taxi drivers ringing like a sound track
A collage of bums painted across your eyeballs
And an incipient need for speed
These are your last thoughts before head hits pillow
Surfing solar flares on the rusted shell of a Winnebago
The roar of the magnetic tide pulsing with your heart beat
Red, yellow rush
A midnight wet dream across Mercury’s charred face
This is dissatisfaction
Smoking 3:am, sitting in gasoline, and wrapped in bitter wet blankets with your cock in hand
Dreaming of her
Smiling
Dancing
Smirking
Waiting
This is obsession
Jacked into 8:30’s pulse
Surround by cubes, co-workers, devils, and slave drivers
This is a dealer’s twisted joke
A needle full of reality
The saccharin hell of a placebo
This should be every child’s worse nightmare
Lying desk like in some faint classroom
The forced appearance of jackals and the haze of over-lectured sleep
Finally the chalkboard makes some sense
The demented professor’s final equation
Chalked up insane
Mania radiating Pandora’s final thoughts
Dripping with effort his hand finally drops
Hope = Darkness
Somewhere clowns are laughing
Madman whispers of poetic license, strange verbal rites, and bastard curses in your ear
This dream screams of fear
This is a phobic need for normalcy
Sipping wine and thinking of streetlights
The blank confessions of taxi drivers ringing like a sound track
A collage of bums painted across your eyeballs
And an incipient need for speed
These are your last thoughts before head hits pillow
Surfing solar flares on the rusted shell of a Winnebago
The roar of the magnetic tide pulsing with your heart beat
Red, yellow rush
A midnight wet dream across Mercury’s charred face
This is dissatisfaction
Smoking 3:am, sitting in gasoline, and wrapped in bitter wet blankets with your cock in hand
Dreaming of her
Smiling
Dancing
Smirking
Waiting
This is obsession
Jacked into 8:30’s pulse
Surround by cubes, co-workers, devils, and slave drivers
This is a dealer’s twisted joke
A needle full of reality
The saccharin hell of a placebo
This should be every child’s worse nightmare
Lying desk like in some faint classroom
The forced appearance of jackals and the haze of over-lectured sleep
Finally the chalkboard makes some sense
The demented professor’s final equation
Chalked up insane
Mania radiating Pandora’s final thoughts
Dripping with effort his hand finally drops
Hope = Darkness
Somewhere clowns are laughing

