Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Heartsick Sounds
Deadened leaves
Imprinted in footsteps.
Feeling the lonely,
The only sound I make
Is when I laugh at
Chappelle's Show.
Can you hear
Those Indian flutes?
They make me cry.
They make me
Wish I were the wind.
Dirty ground under
My thinning feet.
The cats are sleeping,
Comatose,
As I wish I were.
There is always haunting
Indian voices
To go with those haunting
Indian flutes.
August 28, 2004
Imprinted in footsteps.
Feeling the lonely,
The only sound I make
Is when I laugh at
Chappelle's Show.
Can you hear
Those Indian flutes?
They make me cry.
They make me
Wish I were the wind.
Dirty ground under
My thinning feet.
The cats are sleeping,
Comatose,
As I wish I were.
There is always haunting
Indian voices
To go with those haunting
Indian flutes.
August 28, 2004
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Heartsick Sounds
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