the anger subsided
it was a raging fire in my belly
it rose up and i blew out fire for a while
and then swallowed it back down,
a circus act, downtown
one night when i was beating the trashcan like a drum
and all the people at the club were on cocaine but i was stoned
and i just had to go beat the trashcan like a drum
and my friend did too and we laughed and laughed
that was back when we were always playing drums...
a memory like this
cools me down again
i am merely simmering
about things that need to change
it is all appropriate,
i may be mental
but it is all legitimate emotion
in such a place like this
this world we live in
there was a less dense layer once
a garden where gravity was not so strong
and the air was sweet and nothing hurt
and then you would crash
down into the funk of cement downtown
hard into the ground
like a fallen angel
over and over
falling from grace
from the garden of more ethereal realms
the garden, where all rent was free,
everything was free and money was absurdity
i fell one day
and curled up in fetal position
and felt my skin peel off
in pain, i crawled out of myself
into this new good feeling
and so i would beat the drum
and everything could be a drum