Zykos Typhoon Of '92
belong in doubt, stand over the house, row way out, move
in the ship i'm on, i'm gonna run one down, in individual
pieces, that rarely get better, the end has stung. would
i lie, should i love it, you're going to look back,
disbelieving and gutless, but i can't wait to carry out,
what's always the hardest sound, proofreading what you
wrote then said, going over and erasing it, with reason
we'll stitch up my mouth, tie my arms back with ribbons
to my tennis shoes (take my tennis shoes) (off) there's a
scare at night, repeated times, if you come that close
you'll be arrested i teeter the ledge, swaying still, go
back in time, meet me down over the hill, i want to sleep
on the rocks, blending in, floods carry me away, begins
to bury my lantern, in between breaths i crave it still,
washed against the rocks. they're coming up to clean me
out, starting with the bad tasting mouth, proofreading
what you wrote then said, going over and erasing it, your
compliments, they tear me down, still always, it's the
greatest sound, no, i can never forget, this maybe a lot
to look, i only want to change back, i never could've
known
