Don't Think - No Bird Sing

Inked up temptress in a see through dress

Sipping pink umbrella drinks in the swell of strings before the tempest come

I met her at the multiplex

Tried to catch her with a faulty net

Acted like I let her go

Then I wrote a letter home

Mourning all the beauty in my past that I would never know again

In the center fold, I spit, giving up the last bit of her I had to give

Flickering kiss ‘ Ravenous lips on a salty neck

Yet, with all due respect to the sentences

I could never end ‘em so I sent ‘em where the skeptics live

Bottled at the bottom of river with the messages

Lesson is, objects of affection turn to fetishes quick

Awkward in the dark then shark fin flinch

Blood slick in the water

Caught a whiff

Lifted up a mirror

Aimed it at her softer parts

Just another trick that I borrowed from Oliver Hart

Left the theater with a knee jerk

Reaction to the caption saying Samson you don’t need her

Years later and I’m blissfully bald

But every now and then I get a glimpse of what it’s like when pillars fall

[homesick feedback reeling

Tin can cut string taunt red calls from last evening]

No bottom to the feeling

Merciless bent space

It hurts that it hurts to see her face

In the depth of the pain one wave rippling intricate shapes

So complicated a simple brain would be insane to be sane

When did it start?

How does it stop?

Glad to know I’m doing all of this for nothing

I hate how you don’t know how much I hate how you don’t know

How beautiful I think you don’t think you are

I hate how you don’t know how much I hate how you don’t know

How beautiful I think you don’t think you are

Whatever I was cracked up to be might’ve sucked to me

So I cracked myself up

Whether or not anyone else thought it was funny

Touchy feely sensitive scum of the mother earthlings

Depressed by the wonderful number the caged bird sings

Surfs up on that vanishing coastline.

Man who is post-prime

Denies the damages though he’s covered in bandages

The whole time

Manages to co-sign the next up and coming act

Depletes the gold mine front to back

Sucking blood and pocketing cash

Under the table

Over the heads of the gullible youth director collective

No test of leadership, no truth detector

Attempting to resist the transition

From playfully crazy to plain old crazy

Just break the mold maybe

I can’t hold your baby, I already told the lady this

But if they overpay me, I’ll bankroll your laziness

I’ve gotta get an alias that’s different.

Get a new face

And finally fix the zipper on my suitcase

Skip to my Lou Farigno

As I walk down this dusty road with ripped jeans

Big dreams & inflatable pillow

A brillo notepad for rough sketches and love letters

For faux pas fashionistas with a fascination for ugly sweaters

Correspondence sent directly from the trenches

So it might not reach you til after I’ve served my sentence

If you happen to be married I’ll be happy to kill him for a small fee

Signed, yours forever and always

Paulie