Pisser

Lost all my friends pulling down my

Pants just to say hi and I'm still

Alive without a tan, trippin', naked man,

Through the forest who like me

Has fallen right into a kind of grace

Drinking from a river of fine wine just

To ease my mind, then fell on through

The hole I've made looking for a center

In my life and just why I am

I woke in the grass fascinated with

Moving water and the smell of my breath

Rampaging ants carry me to death or a last

Chance and a swing for the fence, instead I

Hit the bottom hard and wide looking for

Escape from the daylight and the passing time

Digging just to find a way someone like me

Gets in the right line for the right ride

At just the right time, hoping it doesn't take

Too long to find a way...

And I hope there's a sign

I hope that it leads me well

On the way

I hope there's a sign

And I hope I can read it right

I'm running on, over and lower

It's slow going half the time

I hope there's a sign

And I hope I can read it right

It seems I've had a lifelong headcold full

Of negatives, mindwarps and eclipsing suns

Like hot air through my underwear while

Sitting in my chocolate chair at home...

It thrills me, turn the lights out and leave

Me alone