Monday, May 18, 2015

cleansed (excerpt from a one-week diary) [1994]

cancel that opinion
and drop that pen, man
for I've discovered something new
it's not blasphemous or black
acid, speed or crack
but it concerns my relation to you

you can bang on your drum
in your rented highway slum
and pretend you've got it all together
but you're using up good space and air
and there's more and more of you everywhere
popping up as trends wearing leather

I can hardly think to look at you
and somehow you think you're thinking too
it takes more than legs to stand up tall
once you've gone there and seen that
and been to where it's really at
spend some time leaning against the wall

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