Friday, June 6, 2008


I'm impulsive, taking wives only to beat them later
For previously unperceived shortcomings
And marriage to a dismal kind of glamor
That consists of jealous passion and true crime
Twins and Sisters, buildings, plentiful roads with double wide lanes
I'm always taking you somewhere, a day pass to consolation.
I will live here until all expectations blemish me
And sobriety sets in
What little I can give to you
Before my hair dries
This analogous breathing pattern
Smokey dungeon, vacation residence
And limp dicks, with few real aspirations
But talk, so much noise
Like collapsing cathedral bells, down the steeple
I can't help but feel like I don't really need to chime in

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