Collective

I feel the reverberations slip their
Patient fingers under my collar
Massage the world away and run water
Make my demons smaller
I'm tapped energy now, bent to stand
In the rain and holler:
I'm higher than God could touch me
My mountain is taller
Just when a sin sparkles thin in the distance
I fix love to the signal and oil the pistons
Sex machine green at the gills a little
Busy buzzin on pretty person chemicals
Brittle
Tickled pink no thinkin'
Drink the poison air and sink into the chair
Less here more there
Less aware more fair direction
Warm complexion
Less perfection more collective
Bright perspective
Rock objective thought
Protect me not
Forget to rot
And spot the slobber fodder
DOTS
Parade
Elated, fade to trading rave for rage
And slip on back to the first page
Wherein I dance away
Dance today, romance the grave tomorrow
Black and white idealist fight or flight surrealist
Borrow spite from sorrow
Spark the fire to light my angry evils up in flames
Until the ashes mix with tired sweat and water
No regrets to foster, sooner bedrest lost
Than bet the cost of empathy on headless memories
Chickens will roost
Pickin' my boost
Pick o' the litter
Puppies from bitter love lost
Married to vigilance
Take sweet hold of the resonance
And regulate the pleasant states of mind
With reassurance, it'll be just fine
I'm sure of it, I'm sure of it, I'm sure of it
I'm surely spent