Monday, October 26, 2009

D.C.

I thought I was going backwards
and the figments were in fractions
that's my name...yea, that's my name
the one down front
they never taught you about
two lumps please
and leave the garnish out
that's my name...yea,that's my name

But when I wake up most times
and find the spins crossed with dotted eyes
It's hard to remember tall brick
Industrial parks waiver in comparison
to parched throats, bellies
RUMBLE!!

Keep it low next time you talk to Cliff
He's only good for veering off the subject
and talking in endless circles
Down
into that deep part you would rather none of them know
Go back to school to greet the fabric
hung in green to eliminate
everything around it.

This machine sounds like a song
Touch the pedal, sing along
This machine's like something wrong
Touch the pedal, sing along

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