One of those fucking 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 realising that    There is 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 and 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       Be safe      I know a place we can go where you'll fall in   love so hard that you'll wish you were dead.      Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow    Frame by frame    With two minutes that take ten years to live out    Yeah, lets do that.       Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky    Metal arms outstretched    So much land traveled, 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?    Abstract topography, methane covenant, linear gospel,    Nashville sales lady, Stygian emissary, torturous lice, mad Elizabeth       Chemotherapy bullshit.       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, steam turbine, frog pond,    too full a closet burst open in disarray    Soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible,    shopping list, blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing,    bleached white buildings, memory, movements    The movie unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin       I've seen your hallway, you're a dark hallway    I hear your stairs creak    I can fix my mind on your yes, and on 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 cant 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, still rings in my ears.      I know a place we can go where you'll fall in    love so hard that you'll wish you were dead       Inhibition,    Distant, tired of longing    Cleaning 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 there's some good ones    Those tree shadows in the park they're all whispering shakes and leaves    Around six pm, shadows across the cobblestones    Girl in front of a bathroom mirror    she slow and careful paints her face green and 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, too full a closet burst open in disarray,    soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list,    blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing,    bleached white buildings, memory, movements    The movie unreeling, about to begin       That was great    Yeah? Mine were alright. Wasn't my best one but who cares?    That's the spirit...