Pollock VVV

illa cantat; nos tacemus; quando ver venit meum?

I bristle with blueness

Chewing on the bone of contention

I believe, I believe capital things will happen

Today when the lurid sun was shining

I felt at peace for a moment

Staring at the birds in the pink sky

I smoked on my cigarette, broken inside

Broken like a chain of daisies from one's summer childhood

I traverse athwart like lightening and thunder

In the night, diamond bright

I remember my violent father

Fondly

But he was a damn cunt like the junta

Or a sore loser with a megaphone

You can't tame a psycho

If I'm being frank, I usually evade the truth

Being diligent

I've got nothing better to do

Reality is going straight to my brain

I'm holding onto things I can't let go

Wishing I could turn back time

In a precarious position

Drinking cherry soda, I have no game plan

I have my reason, I have my reason

I have my reason

On gilt Bristol, speaking out loud                                                         

I'm solemn, wearing eyes like a shroud                                                                                 

Like a 96 impala, aimless in Tampa                                                                                 

Learning from my mistakes                                                                                                       

My thoughts are like crashing waves                                                                                 

Hungry for the juicy taste of peaches                                                                                                 

I swear there's a dog barking in my head                                                                         

It's a renaissance in abstractness                                                                                       

I'm a proverbial tornado                                                                                         

Unpredictable but an angel                                                                                     

Hexed in a canyon, not trying hard enough                                                               

Coffee hour is over, I'm going back to work                                                                                   

I've thrown out the surplus.