Poems (Day Four)
[Blissful Catatonia]
It’s just a little bit of sweet
To even out the sour
When every hour after hour
Panic is blooming like a flower
Sweet slips into sulking, and
Sulking goes to work
By the time winter has come around
I’ve nearly gone berserk
Blissful Catatonia
To-Do is to Die for;
It is the life to live
So just drop your convictions
And pick up your shiv
Sugar and spice and a tub full of ice
Something to burn and something to slice
Liver sauteed, served with a plate of cold rice
Lonely tylenola, you're my favorite vice
[Statuesque]
I’ve found myself a statue for so long
Seasick sailors cannot hear the siren’s song
I’ve dedicated my life, painted myself all in the image of you
It was far too spitting, saliva’s not the worst you’ve put me through
[Hottest Fires]
Shoot for the moon, maybe the moon will shoot you back a glance
A shot of vodka mixed with some insane inane tap dance
She thinks i'm mellow or just serviceably subdued
But keep in mind the hottest fires light up blue
Dandelions shift to Bluetiful
You'd think me pink but i'm immutable
Imagine my colors with a slightly different hue
Nevertheless the hottest fires still look blue
Another dog day and another dirty dime
Another late flight, still the trains will crash on time
If you think that your flowers are still stuck waiting to bloom
Hey, chin up! The hottest fires will come soon