1/17/07

It's Tennesee All Over Again

Cranked up music
Blasting in my ears
Making me deaf
Making me weep
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With the words
At the top of my lungs

Locked away and forgotten
Spend the days in a cell
Of my own design
Waking moments
Blurry and dreamlike
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Listening to the earth
Spin on it's axis

All my favorite foods
taste of ash and rot
The canned laughter
From the TV my only company
It's flickering light
My only friend
Can't stay here forever

I'm a clown, you dig?
Painted smile
To cheer the world
Covering a mouth
Made only for the sound of
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A quality of ignorance,
Self-deception may be
Necessary to the poet's survival


-Jim Morrison