Michael McGuire Heart Like A Pump
guess there's something to be said for anything,but there's more
meaning in the breath than the words,lying awake at night trying to
rehearse a dream,you just admit flying is for the birds sights and sounds
and mirrors reflect the souls grotesque,beauty is the burp of a tanked up
party girl,and even the future that you planned now seems so
kafakaesque,as the planet stops it's spin your head begins to whirl never
is the nowhere of all possible places,time is a bullet waiting for the hole
in your back,and you try to find a way to use the void to fill up all the
empty spaces,some kind of mystic nonsense for the practical wisdom you
lack animal instincts and moon howling grace,if you could just crawl back
to the cradle pristine wordless thoughts,if you could just see somebody
when you look into your face,you broke all your blessings fixing all your
faults heart like a pump,mind like a dump.
