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| i would rather than |
| suddenly, the cliff stops short on my Wil E feet there, people buy houses and cars and make families here, cracker jack hope is all I know i would rather lay in the middle of a vacant apartment staring up at ceiling stairwells be �comfortably numb� inside the neighbor�s tube of toothpaste rot away in a tank where gold fish swim in stop motion slowly die from ick petrifying bones than eat a wax driven dinner and drink geriatric fruit in cool, smooth Icelandic wonder wait for you to reject with a quick dart to skim milk and a sudden lack of words study the way you look before spewing yourself forth in a hurry, like a tornado escaping from your lower intestine. i�d rather spend all night curled up against a patio window sobbing and singing than feel the rising and falling of a million little cities spiraling up from the bottom of feet, rising like the bluegreen pond through moldy, mushy waterlilies, rising like the syringe-ridden, condom infested tide of a bourgeois island, rising like rebirth in a cosmic crazy night, rising to a throat and choking words when i think about kissing you good night i�d rather embrace the sanctity of monk hood than risk the sanctity of your love. |