Way Wired After Midnight
I have get up 2
soon
We were speaking of animals
but then again
weren’t we speaking
of
damn there I go again
looking for and attempting to explain
something I believe in
she thought Tom Waits was weird
‘cause
he sang about body parts and fluids
she could never hear his music
or
orchestration
or genius
in a translucent lifestyle
we spoke about animals
weren’t we speaking
of
damn there I go again
looking for and attempting to explain
something I believe
that days go on a gentle breeze
and windless faces look
out from the hall
Oh come on . . .spit it out . . . what were you attempting to explain? What do you believe in? Not more monkey jungle sex with ubiquitous actresses I hope? You know I’m a curious soul . . .
Whaaaa? What? It kinda’ speaks for itself. It’s about a conversation that took place about 5 years ago. BTW….the line is CRAZY Monkey Jungle Sex
I realise this is the first time in many a harvest moon that I have commented, but I had to say:
What the fuck are you smoking??
And if you say ‘A spliff full of love’ I will come over there and challenge you to a duel.
Doood,
It’s a poem.
It’s about an attitude.
It’s not about love or anyone in particular.
It’s kinda’ like a joke……not funny if you have to explain it.
It’s about me!
Dood, that rocks! Write a chorus and you’ll have a song.
Ah … I see …
So you are Tom Waits …
Then I must be Kurt Cobain! Those thousands of idiots who say I’m alive are right!
Kurt….shhhhhhhh!
Noones suppose to know I’m really Tom Waits.
Kewl pome, Big B – I see being wired effects the brain