Vocals and guitar:
Piano instrument:
Guitar instrument:
10
Numbers to letters
I put myself a little to the test,
wearing a straight-jacket
strapped to my chest,
don’t ever want to go back
there - when my thoughts
summed themselves up
and teamed up on me -
vanity plates pulling in to
my lane; I match numbers
to letters and try to
read what it is
They get together to push
me out - but they are me
and serious as it gets
it’s better, i think, to stay inside,
especially when there’s
liquor on your breath
Part of His communion, defer
to His blood and His flesh,
you block out my dopamine,
put me under arrest,
slow moving bowel
stapled to my head; i don’t
go, anymore, looking for
something better
than this: writing obituaries
after my death - we
meet again in heaven,
what did I miss? Love for
another betrays His kiss,
what goes around comes
around: I choose His
unadulterated bliss