HEYROCCO

Up

I shook hands with terms, gave hugs to the germs they are postponing their case for the summer.

Tomorrow night I am laying down and resting with thoughts like still water. The tiny might & termites feast like hell, my and mine poured down the well.

It rained, it always rains. Even when the clouds vacation and the neighborhood treats their skin like concrete.

Baking black, I will remain. A white horse. I will light the dark, create my ark and flavor their bodies with sugary starch.

For tonight, I lay a tangled rope, But tomorrow I begin my trek up slope.

Film

Can we park? 

I’ve got a lot I need to talk to about.

I don’t want to do this, but it’s got to be done.

Where to start. just know I love you and then the words splatter,

Eight long suns, had only just begun.

There’s a cockroach inside me, and God I hate it.

It crawled right in my throat, no one watching and slowly I ate it.

No other eyes were filming, but my brain won’t let it go.

Won’t let this go.

Pocket Knife

Walk on my heart strings while wearing your scissor shoes. Sing to the neighborhood kids about all your blues.

Cause that’s all you do, Yeah that’s all you know how to do.

Take out that pocket knife jab where you normally do. Pour some more gasoline into my open wound.

Cause that’s all you do, Yeah that’s all you know how to do. Is this all you do? Is this what you’re turning into?

Let’s clean up your laundry and dump it all into the flume. Walk back up stream don’t speak, just listen to all the things that you knew and everything you put me through. But maybe one day when we’re dead, they’ll be whispers. “im proud of you.”