wired
tired in a synergistic mix of stimulation
my insides feeding on the nothingness
of day to day--of soggy toast
i'm washed up
riding the waves in the wake
of your disposition
my manic panic
pain-fanatic
silly string wishes bounce off the wind
laughin at the caffeine
wagering my sanity
on glassy black mud
if tomorrow never dies,
why isn't the world enough
it's too damn much
must i trip on every mogul until
the cracks in the sidewalk
open up and swallow me?
I zing and front
and don this impervious vinyl mask
nothing gets in but nothing gets out
why not show them my crumbling cookie
and lean on a label of madness?