i went with kind of a jack kerouac style here. On the tip of the tongue; Lost in my mind's corridors. There's a broken back horse With too heavy a load. Captainless ship, Or shipless captain? Dehydration at sea.... Irony. Seperate the Sky from Soil: One holds a harbour's hope The other, some labourer's toil But are they different... Oh, are they differ-ent? Cinema- Image screen. Subjective Iris. Poets purple page. Love and Rage. Should we bite the hand of God, Or the one that feeds? I mean, sweet Jesus.. I got needs. Seperate Images from Words: One clumsily fumbles truth. The other is just blurred. But are they different, Oh, are they differ-ent? Let's quote the book of revelations: "Bedroom eyes Turn off time:- Humid rhymes Caffeine and ecstacy. I've been out of my mind Wasting my time Truth is in my arms Its plain to see. Through twisted sheets, Lover's steam, And muffled screams... Yeh, ecstacy."
very good. i liked this one a lot. you have an awesome cadence here and i really like how you've played with words without getting too abstract or evaluative. i enjoy your "jack kerouac" style
