DEADMAN - SKINSUIT

[dead man]

my cup
as always

runneth over. blood in my cola
waking up from something like a 100-month coma
dustier. older. grumpy. unfocused
swollen. puffy bolus. rusty trombone song composer
decomposed. head and shoulders
knees and toes, lean in closer
whisper in your ear romances i should've told you
when it mattered more. the matador. bullshit, its over
secrets tell themselves in time. it's darkroom exposure
beachside foyer. Naples / Palm Springs / Sarasota
sit there for a while until we smell melanoma
hang it up and carry on. the
shadow puppet Paragon
rocking chair, a bad toupee, a Wheel of Fortune marathon
Americana
Live as though nobody really cares about it
cause Michael Jackson's overdose still
overshadows Farah Fawcett
terracotta soldiers. buddy we've all got our marching orders
walk the line like Johnny told us
Fall, make sure you're falling forward
call me on my kitchen cordless. tell me how unique New York is
blow me kisses, punch my organs
Still pay for your hair appointment
selfish fucking failed abortion. i stay here out of ceremony
pay tribute to our younger selves
nostalgia strangely parasocial
therapized as babies. gave us stimulants and privacy
meditation : medication : methylphenethylamine.
white-coat pharma contra. ye harbingers of sympathy
cheated on their SAT's. now they rule the embassy
baggy jacket skinny jeans
post-grunge junky energy
i promise if i die tonight, i'll ask no one to visit me
dont forget my order, please: cigarettes and whiskey, neat
Liquified my insides but my Skinsuit still resembles me
Netcee in my chemistry. savant and retard synergy
i been doing this since 15
since computer labs and little league
Brother Ali - Missing Teeth. graffiti in the city street
tipping over port-a-potties. innocent, but viciously
doesn't matter anyway
i always end up doing this
i love you for your foolishness
because thats really you





dead man