Sunday, March 11, 2012
wanna party like an animal? learn to live in the jungle.
I hear you call it civilization
It's a jungle out there
It's a jungle out there
Unending nights of temptation
It's a jungle out there
But you just don't care
Each night you dress up to kill them
Down at the watering hole
You stalk your prey with high fashion
With self control, you play the roll
The lonely and the lonely heart hunters
The neon love life, oh it cuts like a knife
I hear you call it civilization
It's a jungle out there
It's a jungle out there
The sounds and shadows surround you
You're swinging vine to vine
Below the nightmare it gathers
It's like a jungle, at feeding time
Clawing through the crowd each night
Oh you set your trap so carefully, a trophy for your wall
Someone has you in their sights
You are both the hunters and the prey, no winners at all
I hear you call it civilization
It's ajungle out there
It's a jungle out there
Unending nights of temptation
It's ajungle out there
But you just don't care
Unending nights of temptation
It's a jungle out there
It's a jungle out there
Civilization! oh!
It's ajungle out there
You call it civilization
It's a jungle out there
It's a jungle out there
worry lines
since i last wrote
the sorrow of helena blew me away
heading south for warmer stays
i found myself amongst the youth
of boulder, denver, and my own body too
once again i paid a stranger
to touch my soul and draw it nearer
realigning body and distancing from anger
happily deluded into visions of your angles
i eagerly pressed too hard the whole time
and once again i have sold it back
in fury with bottles, in your bed, in my heart
by running behind on already laid track
did we fuck what we made, i loved it the same
the damn flame's a fire i don't want to put out.
i want to hold you holy, grinning
making weird living lovable and your love
unstoppable and my head so grounded and
clear in my bounds.
and here again, in prescott i am thinning
feeling bad feelings and not eating dinner
and wishing i wasn't so crazy, for you,
and wishing i wasn't so crazy, for me.
i am a bulldozer i am a taurus
i am a fool who believes in the sources
but unrealizing i guide my own body
toward ridiculous crushes my soul cannot touch.
and now here i am, all the sex building up
into crumbling surfaces of dishonest doubts
and my heart has a hard-on
and my hard-on went soft
when it heard you preferred me not being about
im not for it but i'm not against it
i'll do what you want, or compromise to an extent
but why the fuck did i come back here
if just to figure out that shit
i think i'm in love
but i'm still broke and sick
the sorrow of helena blew me away
heading south for warmer stays
i found myself amongst the youth
of boulder, denver, and my own body too
once again i paid a stranger
to touch my soul and draw it nearer
realigning body and distancing from anger
happily deluded into visions of your angles
i eagerly pressed too hard the whole time
and once again i have sold it back
in fury with bottles, in your bed, in my heart
by running behind on already laid track
did we fuck what we made, i loved it the same
the damn flame's a fire i don't want to put out.
i want to hold you holy, grinning
making weird living lovable and your love
unstoppable and my head so grounded and
clear in my bounds.
and here again, in prescott i am thinning
feeling bad feelings and not eating dinner
and wishing i wasn't so crazy, for you,
and wishing i wasn't so crazy, for me.
i am a bulldozer i am a taurus
i am a fool who believes in the sources
but unrealizing i guide my own body
toward ridiculous crushes my soul cannot touch.
and now here i am, all the sex building up
into crumbling surfaces of dishonest doubts
and my heart has a hard-on
and my hard-on went soft
when it heard you preferred me not being about
im not for it but i'm not against it
i'll do what you want, or compromise to an extent
but why the fuck did i come back here
if just to figure out that shit
i think i'm in love
but i'm still broke and sick
Labels:
my dying youth,
P.D. Ouspensky,
poetry,
single again,
solitude,
the sadnesses,
woman in love
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