call to weird

gimme a clear rope
gimme a tight rope
let a spike of fear jab my gut
today a wild fog gave birth to a crisp blue with marshmallow toppings like in Istanbul.
something went funny
i have no money
got caught running, keeping still
a monkey mind man, i caught the line man
you think i'm made of mercury?
i'm no cure no, just for myself, yea
a bubble in my vein yells, Let Me Be
i'm still coming though, politics matter, hope
is just a message to shoot at fear
but if fear keeps swallowing, and everyone's wallowing
following, then maybe we should all get more weird...
-
or have a beer
or feed my mind
with vicodin and coffee
to cancel the effects
make em into affects
and get me the fuck
out
of
here.