Living In Love
Aggravation, aggravation
building and insinuating
aggravation’s wearing on me
wearing me down
hungry, I am hungry
my hunger’s like a tumor growing
bigger than a basketball today
not for us the rising tide
of art or of integrity
the burning smell, the smell of progress
undermining all the words, so I can sing
Sometimes I feel
like I’m really going crazy
some days it is you and it’s not me
we are walking half-blind through the valley of ambition
thinking this must be like living in love
Slake my thirst, just slake my thirst
you only make it worse when you prolong the deed
the deed is driving into my skull
I have a kitchen full of melons
I’ve got melons on my mind
melons soft and round and full of seed
waiting for the night to come
waiting for the night’s cool kiss
to chomp down on the meat of things
the soft sweet orange meat of things
and eat
Sometimes I feel
like I’m really going crazy
some days it’s not me and it’s not you
we are walking half-blind through the valley of ambition
thinking this must be like living in love
Speaking, I am speaking to you,
sweating out the details
like a bitter red poison that came in through the skin
at the end of it, we’re wasted
like two unconscious shaman
who danced and fought and lived with all the demons for on hour
and in one hour we’ll be free
we’ll be hauling down the runway
the shadows of the afternoon are falling behind
Sometimes I feel
like I’m really going crazy
some days it’s not me and it’s not you
we are walking half-blind through the valley of ambition
thinking this must be like living in love
we are walking half-blind through the valley of ambition
thinking this must be like living in love