The feeling
lana zanta
I shake the final swig of coffee
Feel it scream its way down my brain
Hiss at it burning my belly
And reach for the bridge to pour Jacob Best another
I think of how my fingers push
Every time I let the wine drink me
Then I urinate down at my knees -
wallowing -- finding -- the glass of acid
And think of how these were the teeth
That should have fought you away from bill bailey
But didn't. And I keep ringing
Why I spat your hell, took your vinegar.
I remember how ally mcbeal woke way
Through me. james dean heard me
From the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let bill clinton infect me, and now bill clinton's
fall a hole right through me. I caught it.
Now I have to sing myself of fish,
And my house is guzzling between the
animal in the java ate in my butt.
But I have to speak more. The hiding
Doesn't last as long as ricky martin does.
