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laying in the buth tub
\the rubber ducky
reminds me of the yellow clock
right by where mom is cooking
and ticks to her internal heart

substitute to perfection
world what are you to someone perfect
are you looking for me
while im on my way 
of my new object to crave
the letter to be sent
that doesnt make sense
even elephants forget
gotta confess

poisoned heartaches
for ths eaints
seal for the costantly interrupted
didnt you hear what i just said
for real
never know
go go go
back to the middle
spiral out from the familiar
same mistake
gullible self to blamed
villified ignorance a bliss of friendly people

the whore is not my bride
she made the wolf cry
she she she
she cried all night
she she she
criep for the sheep
she cried cried all night
like a abanshee


why why why me
id never kill a sheep
poor poor hunter do you believe me>?
not to mention the graves of the goats
never got to milk the cows beforwe youi took them to the slaughter house
all the while shes licking her jaws
huingry to smell your throat in bed on the floor
the shadows of the eventuyal things
the blindside of roadsides
foglight deadlights
the one thing you could do for me

hush and rush down the city streets, frenzied
like blindfolded kittens
drunk on slumber, no milk in the bowl
back in your safe routine 1, to two
back to three
throw them off
escapee the monotony
escape the monotony
uncharted terriotory

with a needle and thread
stitch it into fabric
the lessons of familiar successes
from cradle to grave
tried and trued measures to behave
the talking of old crows of sewing circles
three folds
stitches to save you time
overtime paid to stay
what you say adds up to amount to one thing
something that means nothiong to somebody
somebody who doesnt care to wonder
out the window
how did i get here
the same routine
what did i learn
what did i do
will  i pull through
tie the knott
and hang on familiar routine
familiar routines

in the books
stories that lead you to happiness
its like i finally see

i finally see

but i wont take it all on
the rolling thunder
the lawn needs a mowing
the hedges could be trimmed
but along the way home, you know the wrong turn
the one with all the snake eyes
the long night 
blindly like a hermit in his cave
making wishes
haunting the maountain hes trapoped in
to move his mountains
within his own ring of wishes he is disappearing

three wishes that werent his
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