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May 16, 2005
Return of a Native
the surrounding had me feeling
surrounded
under a microscope, in the spotlight
rather than diving into the pool
I dove into a fifth of agave plant
skipping the lime
forsaking a pledge
that the others wish I would make
clearing the room
has always been my greatest art
I can clear out an entire house
if I really let my mouth wander, if I get enough fluids
sometimes, I attempt to keep my mouth closed
but then I open it to drink and everything just
spills out
usually at top volume
but isnt that what I'm here for?
tragic comedy relief?
dont people come to see
the drunk perform?
like a three headed snake
like the bearded lady
it seems to me
it seems to be
my calling
my act has not aged well
no
the fawns arent exactly wrapping themselves
around the magnet
anymore
even the faithful have begun
to carry a tire iron
paranoia;
friend of the thinking man
keeping things out of the shadows
keeping me
in the dark
you can't domesticate the urge
to believe the whole world
is against you
because they are
I steal enough glances
to read people's thoughts
convincingly
hospitality
sometimes binds the hands
it embraces
but i cant see how there is any time for that
right now
these threads
are slipping
scattering like dust
when a law is laid down
I need a new act
I need a new venue
I need a rest
just as much
as everyone else
Posted by Drexler at May 16, 2005 01:32 PM