Be Safe

One of those ******* awful black days
When nothing is pleasing
And everything that happens is an excuse for anger
An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour
These are the days when I hate the world
Hate the rich, hate the happy
Hate the complacent, the TV watchers
Beer drinkers, the satisfied ones
Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things
And then I hate myself for realizing that
There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living
We each know our own fate
We know from our youth how to be treated
How we'll be received, how we shall end
These things don't change
You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle
Your friends, cities, continents
But sooner or later your own self will always catch up
Always it waits in the wings
Ideas swirl but don't stick
They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield
One of those rainy day car rides my head implodes
The atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull
Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
Walls of grey, nothing good on the radio
Not a thought in my head
I know a place we could go where you'll fall in love so hard
That you'll wish you were dead
Let's take life and slow it down
Incredibly slow, frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky
Metal arms outstretched
So much land travelled, so little sense made of it
It doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind us
I'd like to take off into these woods
And get good and lost for a while
I'm disgusted with petty concerns
Parking tickets, breakfast specials
Does someone just have to carry this weight
Be safe, be safe, be safe, be safe, be safe
Abstract typography, methane covenant
Linear gospel, nashville sales lady
Stocky emissary, torturous lice, mad Elizabeth
Be safe, be safe, be safe, be safe, be safe
Chemotherapy ********
I know a place we could go where you'll fall in...
The light within me shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating its own tail, a steam turbine
Frog pond, two full closets burst open in disarray
Soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed
Red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, death's head
Devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memory, movements
The movie unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin
I know a place we could go where you'll fall in love...
I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away
I've hear your stairs creak
I can fix my mind on your yes and your no
I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals
All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver dutch reflection
Racing thoughts racing thoughts all too real
You're moving so fast now I can't hold your image
This image I have of your face by the window
Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder
A catalogue of images, flashing glimpses, then gone again
I'm tethered to this post you've sunk in me
And every clear afternoon now I'll think of you up in the air
Twisting your heel, your knees up around me, my face in your hair
You scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears
I know a place we could go where you'll fall in love so hard
That you'll wish you were dead
Inhibition, distant, tired of longing
Clean my teeth, stay the course
Hold the wheel, steer on to freedom
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes
Times Square midday, newspaper buildings
News headlines going around
You watch as they go and hope for some good ones
Those tree shadows in the park
They're all whispering, chasing leaves
Around six PM, shadows across the cobblestones
Girl in front of bathroom mirror
She's slow and careful, paints her face green, mask-like
Like Matisse,"Portrait with Green Stripe"
Long shot through apartment window
A monologue on top but no girl in shot
The light within me shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating its own tail, a steam turbine
Frog pond, two full closets burst open in disarray
Soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed
Red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, death's head
Devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memory, movements
The movie unreeling, about to begin
That was great by me
Yeah? Mine were alright. Wasn't my best one but who cares
That's the spirit