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Nerve Damage
So you can’t feel your hands
And your feelings are numb
And you can’t hear what society says
Because you don’t belong
Join the club
Here’s a pass
Join the club
You don’t belong
Join the club
Meds
Over the counter
Under the desk
It’s going to hurt now, now and then
It’s going to feel great now, now and then
It’s time to throw those little pills back
And swash them down with Applejack
And wake up later
Audacity Exhibition
All along I thought it was a freak show
Something that would curdle my heart
Then I realized it was a you show
Nothing that was too real from the start
Focused close upon your pose
Fakes and illusions did me in
Smoke and mirrors I suppose
Stepped right up to take it in
Weak Day
Maybe Sunday, will I find you there?
Maybe Monday, will I find you there?
Maybe Tuesday, will I find you there?
Maybe some day, I will find you there
I will show up early
Just to catch a glimpse of you
Overly embarrassed
Just because I’ll think you know
Dustbowl
Prairies out west
Clouds and sunsets
Hare and foxes
Cowboys, cactus
Where the buffalo roam
Also
I have walked the wayward path and narrow too
I have known some narrow minds and shallow too
I have done some others wrong and myself too
I have grown in outer ways and inward too
When one tries to live one’s life
It all seems too damn hard
When one finally lives one’s life
It all seems far too late
Must I live off of the grid?
Must I be invisible?
Zero
It’s a cold night out there, brrrr
Feet like icicles, hands like ice
Head like an icicle, eyes like ice
It’s cold out there
Hands like ice, feet like ice
Fingers like ice, eyes like ice
It’s cold out there
Mask
Open up your eyes
Find your own disguise
Try with your own eyes
Hide your own disguise
Silent Mob
They’ve come from all around for all sorts of reasons
They don’t look passive, but engaged
No, they’re not violent, but enraged
No, I’m not sure I’m really ready
No, that view, I’m not sure I really have it
No that manifesto, I really haven’t read it
No, I’m not sure I really get it
Conjunction
Off course like a stray star
Your orbit reached far too soon
Your light fades way out in space
And you are light years away
Blackhole, I fell into you
Vacuum, there’s not much for me
Sky bright, there are so many stars
And you are light years away
More or Less
Care less for the careless
Be more for the doers more
Have less for the havers more
Say more for the voiceless more
No more indifference
No interference
Not a day goes by
Not a thing that you could say
Lost File
Simple file
Written down
Visitor View
No one’s like me here
But everyone here is just like me
Because, I’m in a foreign land
I’m in a distant place
Host and Guest
It’s a dismal ray
A party turned crisis
Without a trend
Shiny loose stream end
It’s an enzyme
Dark corridor
Goodbye little freedom
It’s hunter’s remorse
Naughty abacus
Situation