Song A Day #331. “The Best Day of My Life I Choked on Words and Was Married, continued”
in my house there is a room and in that room there is a drawer and in that drawer is a list of all my worries it’s an illustrated list with notes an annotations and entries like nature’s wrath and fury and brain aneurysms from being in a hurry i eat too fast
sometimes i go to sleep thinking i’ll never wake is it only in my mind these thoughts are turning or do i die every night to be revived by the light of the tower in the clouds softly burning and the pitter patter of the rain finally returning as it hits the glass
out the window the sky is overcast if i could fly i’d follow birds on their lonely paths but i swallow all my pills and am fading fast close my eyes
i find the space between wakefulness and sleep is the very best time for free association and most of my ideas the ones i throw away and keep come in the shower between exfoliations not on the mountain top in mediation no not at all
jesus said that money and religion didn’t mix and so they built corporate mega churches jesus said that being poor was the the only way to live and so we arrest the homeless like they’re walking curses we cast them out as if there were nothing worse than being poor
there’s no space there for interpretation it’s an amazing case of blind manifestation no lonely history celebration defies explanation
