10. Some Hours In Between

Sitting alone with nothing but a sound machine on my knees
Starring into oblivion, what a cliché, it’s nothing but
Full blast of sound and vision in my ears and eyes
Not only did I realise that the impact of words and music
Were not going to lessen the tension of water crawling
Up on the inside of my eyeballs till they burst open
And gave way to a new invention of cyber-area
But also that the truth sometimes takes shape

And I was glad, for a split second
I was extremely glad for the solitude
Of an empty mind
Of an empty void in front
And behind my own self

To clear up the sky in
And up and down and everywhere out and inside
The Living Room

Sober as my self was that very minute it got drunk the next
Surely, it must have been a relief to not only see
but feel anxiety of a loss so long ago, and
I was sure it would not come back to me
even though I begged for it (on my knees)
Swore not to let it come too close to my inner being
on the inside of my nails that were overused
These sentiments were confirmed by the most ridiculous way
Anybody could ever imagine, punk

And I was glad, for a mere second
I was extremely glad for the knocking
Of an empty glass
Of an empty void in front
And behind my own self

To clear up the sky in
And up and down and everywhere out and inside
The Living Room, tiger

And I cut the pieces in half
And I dressed them down to a minimum
And I washed the trays and empty bowls
With salt water that was taken from the sea