Category: Boblimptock

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Getting stuck in my mind …

I keep hoping that I get stuck there, when I’m away – some place different, better. A shelter deep inside my mind, where no one can find the dreams I’ve hidden.

It would be so graceful just to die there, be stranded in my whimsy.

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I keep drinking …

I keep thinking,
I want to quit drinking,
but the BOMB keeps ticking,
it’s an alarm clock in my head.

I was DEAD,
when the old whiskey slut sold my kidneys,
“it wasn’t me”, she said.

I was lost,
when my cocaine boss sold loin dressing,
and the magnet freaks kept on a’blessing,
that infernal sphere … hovering in the dark.

So you keep thinking,
you can stop drinking,
but you will still be freaking out.

Your wolf spirit is gone.

Could you hear the INFLUENCE GUY YELL,
at the opening bell,
when turtle wash cowboys SELL SELL SELL.

And your own FRIED FISH DREAMS,
come apart at the seams,
as the elf captain says “we’ve got some turbulence”,
and the bliss barons fall silently in love.

Look out below?
Oh NO …
Look out above.