stuck between stuffed-shirt land and vagabond fugitive, you're stuck in the mud with a slug in your butt and heat steaming off your face, begging and begging for the deep river to be over your head, a great fiery send-off and ashes to the wind.
you'll need courage. to push you one way or the other. to birth you through tough uncaring walls of faceless people with no worries to a place that's gentle and honest, where the animal integrity isn't on the endangered list, where you'll never step in the ever present dogshit and get your shoes messed up.
i see mouths moving. hands undoing. feet stepping over...
i've got no words.
my hands are still.
my feet are screaming to run from here.
but there's always hell to pay. the big fat man's hands to grease. the crooked politicals to suck my blood away.
home used to be a safe place, now the walls are crumbling in. i don't know anymore, don't know, don't know, don't know, don't know, don't know, don't know, don't care, don't care, don't care, don't care, care too much, care too much, care too much, care to much, care too much, care too much...
say goodnight.