Going Back to School

I could be doomed to struggle, I could thrive there,

What if, the earth opened up, and swallowed me,

What if, in the abyss, I had to relearn everything,

My way of life, I could be tainted, but am I now,

Doomed to rot.

Chocolate Cake

The night sky, covers, things that don’t have to exist in this world, what rules, are operating in the background, I don’t know, but don’t we all, want a bigger piece, of the pie, that fell from the sky.

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Robbing the Cradle

I keep worrying about rules, and architects, the underlying art, in the universe,

That I forget, sometimes, things can just,

Fuck up, sometimes, a vampire, sinks their teeth,

Into you, its so unholy, that you’re forced to love it,

Because it exists, its what you have, we’re all just,

Trying to be happy, in hell, so we make up fairy tales,

Believe in love, maybe I fell out of favour, a baby crying,

Who's going to, gently, rock him to sleep.

Investing

Maybe all work must be done, I forget I'm an old man, I wonder, if I did all the brutal stuff,

Is what’s left, just the awkward stuff,

The weird, in between places, the limbo,

The existential crisis, I feel, as if I should create more work,

I want to infect everything, soil it with my essence,

I'm greedy, I yearn, for what the night sky sees.