Jazz down

Someone's at the door

that keeps knocking


But I'm out of my mind

Thinking about 

Money


In that moment I think

The door is coming towards me

As I'm out of it


Drunken down

in the maracas playing

In the distance

The jazz is about to end


Because its not for me 


As I anticipate the last note

Its last trail of thought

Theres a grainy voice that seem to come 

From under my bed


And then 


Suddenly


I hit my head

over 

and over again

Like there's some kind of need

To just be

Bloody

That kind of horror

But as I kept knocking my head

On the wooden wall


That's also my neighbor's


The grainy voice started to sing

in a happy medley

about

Spring

Autumn

Summer


and

Reality


In a tone that makes your hip

And knees buckle

With a stick

In your hand

Top up your hats dupee-dup-dee-

I begin to squeeze my chest 

As the alcohol comes out of my

Skin

As my bones melt into

Nothingness

Into

a string around my finger

I'm about to fall into the water

just under this rainbow bridge 

get my neck under good

Because eitherway

The sky

The water down below

It gets me away

 







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