Your weekend gardening Takes more than housecleaning It takes garbage to the street And a bonfire in your living room After twenty-six years Binding resolutions are in order Commitments that you made to yourself And forgiveness for those you didn't Reconstruction in your bedroom Fumigate your mind Two hundred steps to the left One complete turn towards your right It takes climbing up Side Streets And leaving those roads less traveled Less traveled Find five doors to open Close all others Your weekend gardening Requires strength, perseverance, A blowtorch and bleach When the pain sets in Set a tombstone on top Force flowers to bloom Then lay to rest.
I eat the same thing everyday Pity and a dash of remorse I season with guilt, but just enough to make me feel it Not enough to drown in it I only know what it means to torture And torture lovingly I do I call it art Because it responds to no other name But I am no artist I plagiarize the recipes.
One carton of cigarettes, Two buckets of limes. Bakin dreams for a penny, Sellin souls for a dime.
Mexico baby. Flip-flop nation honey. Tequila for breakfast, sweet lies for dessert. We gonna raise white flags in the desert. We gonna lay face down in the sand. We gonna bleach those sins to a powder. We gonna blow those little men down. One day we will make it to Mexico baby. Concrete slabs aint getting me down. I've got hot potatoes and a flat bed truck. A cause for excitement and a buck eight five. No more Chicago winters honey. No more scavenger nights, lookin for a place to rest my bones. No more cowboys and indians, suits and ties. No more down on my luck and livin aint shit. We gonna place our palms toward heaven. We gonna breathe for the first time. We going to Kahlo country. For delicious trash talking In the Garden of Eden. No more Chicago winters honey. No more scavenger nights, lookin for a place to rest my bones. No more cowboys and indians, suits and ties. No more down on my luck and livin aint shit.
Every once in a while If I lean my head back and tilt my ear to one side I can still hear you smile and forgive me Every once in a while When I leave my tongue quiet I can still taste your body above me Every once in a while When my feet hit the floor I recover some sense of what time has lost Every once in awhile When I fall awake I remember innocence Sometimes If I stand on one leg Raise my palms to the sky And shake from side to side Sometimes If I grab my knees and land in the right position Sometimes When I pull my hair out and force myself inward Sometimes When I'm riding my bike after dark Sometimes When I share secrets and poison my skin Sometimes I'm afraid you wont like me When I go crazy Every once in awhile If I swing my body like a rope I can still push emotions beyond me Every once in awhile When I touch your face I'm so glad it's finally over.
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