millions of little spines
lined up and pressed together.
tiny parts collectively forming a body
of which davis is the guardian.
each spine with a number
its identity in the plethora of fact and fiction.
all a bunch of bull shit really
just a bunch of baloney.
Why do they judge?
Why do I care?
I want them to know
That you've tickled my soul
I have a disease
That fills my brain
with liquid you
Endless thoughts
Like a traffic jam
Clogging the highways of my mind
Only racing at lightning speed
doing laps in my head.
Louder and louder
they rev their engines
Stirring my rest
While moisture is collecting on the blades
and crickets have gone to bed
So loud that they crack the universal silence
Why can't you all har them too?
Squeezing my eyes tighter
Forcing out the NOISE
Sleep is but a dream
but it was only a vacation
nothing was real
just the return
where is home though
a place in my mind
where nobody lives
I'm never going back
to that place where i don't belong
Stained and striped
In a random pattern.
Streaks that speak contempt, fury, madness
Masking a soft gentle layer of mellow gold,
that's cracked and uneven, peeling like an eggshell.
Tangerines and sweet lemons
swirling together in a mass of disarray
Madness engulfs its victim
Trapped between these walls
Old and damp.
Created by despair
or creating?
unfortunate timing
dissident intentions
what's on your mind
besides the things we've never mentioned
have i wasted my time
comitting this crime
of falling for your mind
still you walk right by
invisible me? or are you blind
how often you pass through my head
i pick up the phone
and dial my friends instead
sorry to bother
i won't interrupt
just say the words
and i'll leave you alone
