Shadows of the Infernal Day

Late at night,
Coyote howls,
And I'm stuck inside—
Down and out.

Sit alone,
Getting stoned,
Maybe write some bullshit
On my piano.

Another day begun:
The morning sun
Burns my eyes,
Reveals my shadow.

So, we begin again,
And we pretend
That everything is fine.
O' everything is fine.

As my windows bleed out with light,
And my head aches from previous night,
And the bed is cold on your side,
And my dreams fade as I open my eyes...

Bedroom cold:
Warmth I cannot hole.
So, I check the meter,
But all it says is "no."

Rush downstairs—
Perfume in my hair.
Obligations,
But I don't seem to care.

Another season
In the station,
As men drift by
Like aimless shadows.

So, we begin again,
And we pretend
That everything is fine.
O' everything is fine.

As regrets rush like tsunami tides—
With a bit of whiskey it might subside.
Then, take some speed to kickstart my mind,
And prepare for another journey into night...

Triple knocks—
On the fourth it clocks,
And faces warp,
Foundations rock.

Changes come
And changes go,
But nothing stays
Enough to know.

Another trash man
Prepares news-bin
For posthumous
Consumption.

So, we begin again,
And we pretend
That everything is fine.
O' everything is fine.

As I run like jester gone wild
For the king and queen and strangers' eyes,
While they ask me, "What's the meaning of life?"
So, I juggle words and quickly take flight...

"First things first..."
But, I find those things don't work.
Then, I get a story
'Bout my terrors.

Silence falls
Upon those who were paid off,
But one poor soul
Decides to cough.

Another "lesson"
Of what, where, when,
The time to talk,
And gods to shadow.

So, we begin again,
And we pretend
That everything is fine.
O' everything is fine.

As my control fades with each passing stride,
And I look up at the peak of my confines,
The mountain I am unable to climb,
Then turn and speak small with a smile...

I need a break,
But I also need to make
Enough money
To keep my curtains safe.

Forgot my watch,
So I can't tell what's what—
Might as well be in the Twilight Zone,
Getting lost.

Another moment
Evades my drum,
Which seeks to beat
In rhythmic shadow.

So, we begin again,
And we pretend
That everything is fine.
O' everything is fine.

As we perceive and are perceived by,
And let all flow into our minds,
And get jumbled up in riddles and rhymes,
But never stop to wonder why...

The shuffle calls
For patrons to crawl
Down from their towers,
Too tired to walk.

I find the sign,
Wait in line,
Then travel backwards,
Avoiding other eyes.

Another session
Of evasion,
As headlights shift
The million shadows.

So, we begin again,
And we pretend
That everything is fine.
O' everything is fine.

As the saints go down and begins the night,
And I find the truth in crowds and flashing lights,
Where I can run from what my heart sympathize,
And numb my senses with stale wine...

Five p.m.—the sun is nought.
So, I go inside, watch the clock.
Got a date, but I kinda hate his face,
So I tell him, "Sorry, but I ain't gonna make."

Another day done:
The moon is hung,
And I can fall
Into my shadow.

So, we begin again,
And we pretend
That everything is fine.
O' everything is fine.

As my shadow fades into the night,
I hope memory will fade in starlight,
And my fears and regrets will take flight,
Until, with the light of logic, I must face my trials...

I stumble home—
How? I do not know.
But, you're not there,
So I let my thoughts roam.

I spot the paint
That you got for my birthday,
Feel it's weight,
Then throw it away.

Another drunken
Revelation
To be forgot
Upon day's shadow.

So, we begin again,
And we pretend
That everything is fine.
O' everything is fine.

But, the nightingale's song just reminds,
And the mockingjay reiterates my plight,
As I relapse into ephemeral rites,
Swearing myself to the moon and streetlights...

I know it's wrong,
But I'm too far gone
To reckon with
My salvation.

What's done is done,
What's lost is won,
And me deeds are full
Of contradiction.

Another union
Of devotion
Among the cult
Of snow-moon shadow.

So, we begin again,
And we pretend
That everything is fine.
O' everything is fine.

As I claim to be a Bodhisattva sprite,
Knowing damn well my promise is trite,
As I fail to balance left with right,
Taking uppers down and downer up to get high.

Do anything to avoid the price,
And ignore the harsh realities of the time,
With a reflection that I don't recognize,
As I write bullshit and call it "improvised."