Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod

You are sleeping off your demons

When I come home

Spittle bubbling on your lips

Fine, white foam

I am young and I am good

It's a hot southern California day

If I wake you up

There will be hell to pay

And alone in my room

I am the last of a lost civilization

And I vanish into the dark

And rise above my station

Rise above my station

But I do wake you up, and when I do

You blaze down the hall and you scream

I'm in my room with the headphones on

Deep in the dream chamber

And then I'm awake and I'm guarding my face

Hoping you don't break my stereo

Because it's the one thing that I couldn't live without

So then I think about that, and then I sort of black

out

Held under these smothering waves

By your strong and thick-veined hand

But one of these days

I'm going to wriggle up on dry land