3 Jolts Of An Overload
3 jolts of an overload; 4 cents to a dime
2 acres in the havens; and I’m on the climb
electricity is a marvel; bolting though my skull
just when you think you’ve seen a glimpse
the movie fades to dull
A spectrum colored straightjacket; reflecting all the rays
that penetrate my delusions; feeding off the haze
12 cold bars of peace; soothing in the bliss
and the empty bottle reminds you
what you’re there to confess
a script is already painting out; in the hues that make you reel
if you read it carefully; the spin will drive your wheels
Another night to push through; One last nerve to feel
another angry story
of how you slipped a gear
an acrobat on a lust beam; suicide of a fox
beleaguered eyes lie open; pretend to what they’re not
a prayer will leave your callous lips; cold breath lost in the mist
asking once again for peace
lord give me another fix
trapped inside a clever vice; the rainman rings his bell
shouts toward the bystanders; do you think I’ll go to hell
they ask has he lost his marbles; leave him with a kiss
and Saturday’s remembered
for what they might have missed
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