Holding Down The Laughter

Holding Down The Laughter - Bad Books

Styrofoam cup of mud in my good hand

Disembodied voice of God in the trash can

Eyes in the ashes feeling for the future

Sleeping through the steak-out

Researching the rumor

A mile A motor A mattress A memory

First you were embarassed

But how could you not be

Tangled and teenaged mom at the movies

Your voice ran out out of words

It was awkward and holy

Gospel in your belly they aim a little lower

Back into the bleachers Spoke as it's owner

Sindicate a sermon you sang from the raptors

Anchors in you pockets

Holding down the laughter

Tearing up your mind your lust and your ego

Slingshot a martyr to speed your libido

The parish goes to jelly blissful and wasted

Your Vishnu eye slips open

And pictures them naked

In complicating your worst mixed message

You built then burnt a bridge

And scattered all your crumbs at the cliff

She wants me she'll swim for it

Brother can you spare your alms or your arrows

Thunder clap's arising I think that I should

Go home

To the basement back on Jumel Street

1996 and your waiting there to tell me

"I didn't die you dreamt it you dreamt it

I'm as alive as your best good intentions

Sorry that I tricked you you had to focus

Put yourself together and clear out the garbage "

But for all that effort

The slow burned struggle

I forgot where you live

She swept away the clues from the cliff

Your lost now

She swept away the clues from the cliff

Your lost now

She swept away the clues from the cliff

Your lost now

Remember it

She swept away the clues from the cliff

Your lost now

Remember it