Maybe Tomorrow

The feeling won't quit lingering downstairs. It's made its way into the lobby and is prying by the mailboxes. Hungry and reckless, it has no sense of time. Sliding around around on skates the yellow punishes those who flirt. Strength is uniform when dealing with decadence such as this. If the tears cease to fall it will all become a bluish gray. Drink up the solids to ward off the emptiness. Start to feel good except it won't last. Dread is creeping up under the lake. Green eyes and scales compose the skin. Meet it at the mid point and give right in. Easy enough to start. Harder still to stop. The end will come soon. Being alone with this burden is no good. 

"I'm going to walk around until I find. Somebody to treat me, to treat me kind."

A Big Fan of the Pigpen

Beauty is best as an imperfection. Mistakes breed life into a house of order. Get knocked off your feet just for the thrill. Succumb to the poison worming its way into your soul. Say 'hello' to the demon waiting where the inside and outside meet. Lose yourself in the sound of those still squirming. Cook it up for three minutes and let the strips cool. Abuse the growth of decay. Cater to an unwilling world. A smile that lights the stars unseen in the city sky. The clocks menacing stare questions sense of direction. Cozy covers wrapped up in curtains. Claw your way to the bottom. Resurface at the pinnacle. Indulge in a binge of grease. Take note of everyone's game. Let hours create sensation. Dip the last of your victory into the little hope still clinging to the edges. Beat on the drums to tame the beast. Sing out nonsense to confuse the masses. Come back down for a quick refresh. Shallow seeds will soon bloom. And the meaning will be lost in the albatross.

  "Give me time to light a sentimental torch tonight."