Make me feel undeserving
The giant within
across the valley blue
Climbing back up and praising my world from the eleventh
All along every edge and ridge tone of mantiquer
Dawn allows me to engage my passion
destroy my chains
The minimalism of the apartment redeems mind
My descendents are in the glass
Make me see every part of the day
I am a million times more real
Appeared and concentrated
Concrete holds me
Sky emboldens me
This is my world
this is my world
The apartment was on the eleventh floor
Clean smooth carpet, wine we will never touch
Promise of everlasting views and slow dusks
MMm those slow dusks
Saxophone obeys and letters form words that go insane
Big view of the mountains enough to make me faint
Seeking the blue clouds dragged off
The smell of fresh fabric Painting the future from where I sat
Door man smiles million dollar teeth pleasant artifical I need that
False formal edges of the city cure me I dare you
Maybe I can get enough crude comfort too
reclining on the balcony oxytocin stew
Semblance of the normal suits and dresses
Saxophone blasts me alive but deaf
Some semblance of obscured figures walking forward
Into the eye of my imagination, give me the best
To lullaby me while gin tonic lays on the chair rest
Solitude talks me into it, lay back deep sun salve salve!
I came to the city with nothing
Changed the record for a few tracks
But ill leave with nothing
But the burdens on my back
Nothing but smirk and charm
keys to the eleventh and a local farm
Where giants stay up nights to dream
Then sleep and slip deeper unperplexed
Like slow mindnumbing lushious sex
Eternally burning until it becomes blood
Until it powers the battery to the building's power
Wakes me to destiny, makes my chest hair flower
soft fabrics to hands, provoking all glands
Soft skin to tongue
undisturbed dreams sleep throws
Big landscape shaped windows
Invited to live again all senses honed
More lives than a blue zone
More luxury than the modern throne
Eternally burning like those street lights below
Where pedestrains look up and get a glimpse
Steel and rock sculptures the rest of the art so flimsy
neverending spirit popping in and out of these walls
Coloring these words this sophistication calls
So far from from my original ink
never hooked into my thinking
Podering turns me out like a trick
A choreographer that falls and pretends to sit
My mind scales the rest of the building up to the twentieth
My invitation to live between my teeth the pirate cutlass agrees
Open one of those top floor windows tomfoolery
and bathe in the thick upholstery
But feel the beat of a small city in the vein
blue unseen red on the mean street signs
Painting the brain in this apartment I call mine
this new place 209
The thing yet to manifest
Pile of genetic ingredients lumped together post excitement
across a universe a little glitch so that i can have my way
under the covers of these taut legs inviting me without needing words
love I took as soon as permission was granted
aliveness for months to come, then for a lifetime never to forget
Burned the gas
The fire rose
An addict for the fresh
everything grows
Burned the fat away
Sweat blesses
The road intact
The way of life
Forward with fire
coal loads to embers
An engine roar
Smiles radiates
There are five zones inside heart
inside each zone
Inside zone two and three
It is easy to maintain a rhythm
In zone four
There is difficulty
But it's easier to gain stamina there
Zone five doesn't keep the rhythm
But teaches you how to know your limit
Reach your limit
Imagining there would be more
complicated feelings sap your strength
The world doesn't owe us mercy
so every now and then zones 1 to five
get flooded with sickly pain
And what does life demand from us
Rhythm and stamina
And soon as we fall short
they stick the knives in
I always thought I could make it
Into zone five
World calling into remind me to stop
But the world will be there tomorrow to knock me down
So I'll just continue to push through
every zone to know I have no limits
Please God
No heart attacks today
Otaki spreads over
Stands next to the old caravan
Next to the brick wall of the house
Showing his yard
Pebbles on the driveway
Leaves on the hedge
squints across eyes and brow
Roof eave relief
Michael nodds toward the river
behind his house
Every corner of man's existence
The holder of dreams
The shed full of tools
The covered area, bikes and lawn mowers
Hidden from the rain
Expand then implode
Slowly overload
repeat in cycles
Never trying to get to know
The repetition
That hides in your psyche
The routine is sandpaper with a dumbell attached
The reoccuring thoughts slip back into the same turning wheel
Hitting monday, accelerating and heating up the week
Same predictable arguments circling round
Same sense of lost progress or missed adventure
Same low stakes game of emotions
Expanding and imploding
Slowly overloading
