[dead man]

a natural high

calm beneath this canvas, panic aside
photogenic mastermind forever camera shy
old fashioned, sugar-rim the acid, lemon and lime
soaking all his miracles in litres of wine
i mean
look me in the eyes and tell me everything's fine
when sickness is politicized as health is declining
in rapid succession. TV told us being fat is a blessing
shake it like a salt shaker with a basket of fries
passive retiree on a mission to dismantle his pride
through a series of sensationalized semantic alignments
cast to the side. every single year that passes us by
it's more & more clear that i'm the last of my kind
so it goes
hang me off a ledge and help me recall
what kept me here at all. sentimental memory log
our basements floors. our friendship
our adventures, our songs
our self-recollections after all the whiskey was gone
beckon me home, we out here lost at sea
premeditating constantly
waiting for a boogieman to cross the street, subconsciously
beyond the pale i've welcomed decay. we are the US of A
empires are built to set a time and self-detonate. so they say
Let us pray. we're a product of patience
leave shelter, hunt and gather for a dollar a day
come what may. disentanglement, a helluva drug
watching water ripple while we settle for dust
thirsty for more. too stupid to solve it
tryna make it count before the funerals start
who could absolve us, for everything we do in the darkness
i never knew a better way to

let it go