Paul Bergmann Bored By The Changes And Living
Reach into bowels and pluck the petals off
Bough smeared flowers on raw red organs
Sky like a storm cloud of muscles and shadow
That cluster like bushes and hides feeling shallow
At times there is a flatness of trade that unfazes this
Overwhelming ??? paint sameness of
Cancer of mindlessness rendered by
Collective consciousness part of a cultural joy
Yeah I'm bored by the changes and living
Yeah I'm bored by the changes and living
Sleep is a boat marooned without oars
And islands that shape the impossible void
Through which our desires are leveled and framed
By oceans horizonless hollow and plain
Life like the cockroach is fine without you
Its brevity vain as it ducks out of view
And this chummy old silence has found its way in
A scratch at the ceiling it's going again
And again
Yeah I'm bored by the changes and living
Yeah I'm bored by the changes and living
Hit it Heath
Yeah I'm bored by the changes and living
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