Sellin’ It On the Corner

 

I’ve lived for “what if’s”

Found time to hypothesize

About every facet of my existence

I’ve found so much time

I got a surplus—

I’m selling that shit on the corner

Rolling ideas around in my head

I should start doing time-shares—

Rent out the space upstairs

To some random guy

Who turns out to be a dope fiend

But it’s all good

Because he pays rent—

You can’t ask for much more than that

 

I should start asking

If anyone wants to join me

On flights of fancy

Childish fantasies

That make going to sleep easier

That help my eyes close out the noise

Of the demon that haunts my insides

That makes me find time

To Hypothesize

About every facet of my existence

I got a surplus—

I’m a start selling that shit on the corner

 

Then I could turn a profit

Find some meaning in musing

Find some method to this madness

That has become every day to me

The magic “what if” spinning in my head

Makes me feel like Tidy Bowl

As I wash the insides of my skull

With all this time

This damn time

I found

This surplus warehouse

That is my reality

The fat rat of my head

Constantly on spin

Like the cycle of a bad washer

Faster and faster

Rattling against the walls that contain them

Rifling through yesterdays

And years gone by

Trying to find some place

To settle for the winter

Some place to summer

So the holiday seems to last forever

 

I got time—

So much time

To sit around

And hypothesize

About my world

About the air I breathe

The life I drink

The cup,

Full to the brim,

Washing over me

As a baptismal

Cause I got time

So much time

I’m selling that shit on the corner.