just a cat with words purposely placed
me and poetry since 86
Lyrics
epic
I stare at the blank canvas
handless
years of colorful ideas
smeared with tears
my career fears pink slips
ink drips from my lips
as I sip and sniff
trying to force the course of remorse
to the back of my throat
looking back at what I wrote
ita€™s so hard to swallow
squiggly lines so hard to follow
refusing to borrow a pencil
the tattooed stencil is glued to my mental
incomplete heartbeats accompany my instrumental
is it coincidental?
or was it meant to be without words
I pout, doubt and observe
pretty much perturbed by this absurd assembly
of metaphors and similes so similar to me
but not quite the right anecdote
and I quote, there is no antidote
I mean no vaccine,
no dope even seems to intervene with numbness
how come this succumb is absolute with the oneness of purpose
it work its perfect course
of course
and its power source is my anguish
resulting in an internal language
silent but violent warfare
conservatively verbally,
my prayer is we dona€™t go there
remain sane
keep it tamed, calm, cool and collect
disconnect the feelings from the filling
fill in the blanks with structures that won't rupture
wona€™t puncture or punctuate
the saga continues....
