Be Safe

One of those ******* awful black days

When nothing is pleasing

And everything that happens is an excuse for anger

An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour

These are the days when I hate the world

Hate the rich, hate the happy

Hate the complacent, the TV watchers

Beer drinkers, the satisfied ones

Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things

And then I hate myself for realizing that

There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living

We each know our own fate

We know from our youth how to be treated

How we'll be received, how we shall end

These things don't change

You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle

Your friends, cities, continents

But sooner or later your own self will always catch up

Always it waits in the wings

Ideas swirl but don't stick

They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield

One of those rainy day car rides my head implodes

The atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull

Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold

Walls of grey, nothing good on the radio

Not a thought in my head

I know a place we could go where you'll fall in love so hard

That you'll wish you were dead

Let's take life and slow it down

Incredibly slow, frame by frame

With two minutes that take ten years to live out

Yeah, let's do that

Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky

Metal arms outstretched

So much land travelled, so little sense made of it

It doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind us

I'd like to take off into these woods

And get good and lost for a while

I'm disgusted with petty concerns

Parking tickets, breakfast specials

Does someone just have to carry this weight

Be safe, be safe, be safe, be safe, be safe

Abstract typography, methane covenant

Linear gospel, nashville sales lady

Stocky emissary, torturous lice, mad Elizabeth

Be safe, be safe, be safe, be safe, be safe

Chemotherapy ********

I know a place we could go where you'll fall in...

The light within me shines like a diamond mine

Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway

Like a snake eating its own tail, a steam turbine

Frog pond, two full closets burst open in disarray

Soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed

Red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, death's head

Devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memory, movements

The movie unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin

I know a place we could go where you'll fall in love...

I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away

I've hear your stairs creak

I can fix my mind on your yes and your no

I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals

All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver dutch reflection

Racing thoughts racing thoughts all too real

You're moving so fast now I can't hold your image

This image I have of your face by the window

Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder

A catalogue of images, flashing glimpses, then gone again

I'm tethered to this post you've sunk in me

And every clear afternoon now I'll think of you up in the air

Twisting your heel, your knees up around me, my face in your hair

You scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears

I know a place we could go where you'll fall in love so hard

That you'll wish you were dead

Inhibition, distant, tired of longing

Clean my teeth, stay the course

Hold the wheel, steer on to freedom

Open all the boxes, open all the boxes

Open all the boxes, open all the boxes

Times Square midday, newspaper buildings

News headlines going around

You watch as they go and hope for some good ones

Those tree shadows in the park

They're all whispering, chasing leaves

Around six PM, shadows across the cobblestones

Girl in front of bathroom mirror

She's slow and careful, paints her face green, mask-like

Like Matisse,"Portrait with Green Stripe"

Long shot through apartment window

A monologue on top but no girl in shot

The light within me shines like a diamond mine

Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway

Like a snake eating its own tail, a steam turbine

Frog pond, two full closets burst open in disarray

Soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed

Red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, death's head

Devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memory, movements

The movie unreeling, about to begin

That was great by me

Yeah? Mine were alright. Wasn't my best one but who cares

That's the spirit