I write the way I do because I don't know any other way.
breaking point sometimes you got to hang it on the line and let time unwind. ok, having got that out the way, let's play.
By Drew Lankford4 years ago in Poets
it’s music bringing these good vibes on (certainly not peas humping raspberries, that'd be totally strange). no, it’s music bringing these good vibes on,
having a forever friend would be like, super cool - me no end looking for a forever friend, a friend in deep, this way and that and everywhere between,
Long ago, far away in a secret meadow, a fish leapt up, kissed a girl, made her explode... at least that's what dude was telling me
to be blunt (if being blunt means losing my soul, my soul done lost) I want to eat you, digest your flesh and bones in my digestive goo.
Talking With Myself (Repetitive parts influenced by Gertrude Stein’s, If I Told Him, A Completed Portrait of Picasso)
I shouldn’t but I’m gonna. The white tiger is leaping across the teeth of an electric eel (pretty bad, huh?), sounds juicy, spoofy, a little tutti fruity (We’re off to see the Wizard…).
