Wine spilled like a pithos
Thoughts from a careless mind
In a thought-pit of unrestrained emotions
I am the wind, I am the clouds, I am the sky
Watching the soft white fall
I don\'t know where the clouds land
I try to catch them falling
But I end up at the end of oceans
Never asking twice
I rush to the tip of the Felt Mountain
I decorate my house with tears
Contented when life is riveting
I sleep in those clouds
Only waking when I feel the cramp
Of the muscle in my calf as I stretch
Twisting and dreaming
Basking in the martyrdom of pervasive chroma light
I glow like kryptonite
Upside down, sunside west
A punch of orange
As I surrender to love, as pure as a river
In the zest of a Pasadena
I told lies in the womb, so warm inside
I heard the music of my mother crashing through
Like waves when they juke
The dragon sickness of a fat parasite
For two days I couldn\'t move
I was a hole blown into my room
A prisoner of my thoughts.