addict did too...
what was that I tried to do?
words are swords
to sharpen and
splinter
and spank
and spit, her bossman
has had enough of it...
a touch lil bit
of skin
to sink into
to think it through
to become the show
behind the ego
to placate and dislocate
and anticipate
the dissolution
of that mask
we made
to play
the game of
'make a day'
into the same old
give and take.
Jump up and give
a shout a shot
a short salute
to the world we pollute
before
you crack
and I crack
and we lay
together
dreaming of fleeing
dreaming of feeling
dreaming of peeling
the rots off our dealings
till we can
still stand
and look
thru swollen eyes
and broken lips
to rise
each morning
and to shake loose
that grave grip
and let slip the noose
of that pimp
we call the Ego...