At an odd hour in the morning
I\'ve yet to have a wink of beauty sleep
It\'s already Thursday
I\'m a bird perched on the branch of a tree
In desperate need of some help
I\'m dying for my art
Why?
I can\'t explain it
I can\'t sum it up in a sentence
No one knows about my bizarre behavior
Or that I\'m sea foam green like a dollar
Consuming cheap soda
I\'ve pushed my secrets into an oil drum
I scrub until the grime is gone
I do it, I do it, then I do it all over again
Every time, it\'s flagrant
I\'ve mastered the technique of dying
I\'m deadpan and brazen
Biting my viper tongue
There\'s a malfunction in the axon
My vision is starting to blur
It\'s nihilism
I\'m hooked on the high
I can\'t get enough of the buzz
Friday night stuff
Another chapter has been closed
I\'m in a forest of crucifixes
In combed suede, going to my grave
The pain will wax and wane
It floods me like dopamine
An endless ocean
Always here, never there
Limp evildoer, I\'m juggling a circus
Feeling like a bee stuck in syrup
I bend like a cuticle
Life is a bellyful and I\'m a loser
Singing for Buddha
I haven\'t felt felicity since I got third degree burns
Scars when I was young under the sun in summer
Basking in the heat, I soak in the pulchritude
All the vermilion jewelweed.