Cold Brains

I shit where I eat because
Pits like the meat
And I can’t always be bothered to
Get where its neat
And I get hit with the beat
Leaving a sonic concussion
My only therapy is to drink like I’m Russian,
To wink like I’m blushing
And its all a joke.
She said she had fire but
It all was smoke
From wood gasoline soaked
Even the lie
When it died was already broke
And I’d already choked
On my regurgitated fears
So she jumped on the bandwagon when
She heard I’d waited years
The fated tears
Were extant from the inception
Another bad memory to add to the collection
And I pad in the direction
Of what seems to be right
Like a child in pajamas,
Headed toward the light
I said it so the fight
Could begin amidst justice
And you wouldn’t let me kiss but you still let me touch it
Still let me fuck it
But like a job
Afterwards you act like you’d been raped or robbed
And I’m shod
In some tough skin from toes unto forehead
And it will only get tougher from now till I’m more dead
So how shall I ignore red
Lights shining warnings
Like we don’t have shit to talk about come the morning
Like we both see the storm on the horizon as its forming
And storming is something that we both should avoid
Because god knows that we both are quite paranoid
And there’s the void –
Always threatening souls
Just like ours that for some reason came made with holes
And for the same reason, my brain remains cold.