Saturday, June 6, 2009

___ makes the rain go.

I looked down the street.
the levees broke.
the water tore through me
like hands through tissue paper
pockets of air slipped through my sockets
the eyes spun 'round, my lips went blue
and then i flatlined, sunk into the undertow
drug through the pavement, the alley,
the paint chipped enslavement,
somebody pull me up god willing,
pull me up god willing

I don't want to die. God, put me back together,
I can walk, swear on high I can walk.
those eyes? I'll make do without
those lungs? I heard tubes are all the rage.
I don't want to die, put me back together.
I don't want to die, I don't want to.