written while living in Chicago as part of the further and farther then nearer or not writing cycle.
lyrics
MAKING A MESS
JANUARY 8 2003
I SEEM TO HAVE LOST A FEW YEARS SOMEWHERE
SMILING UPSIDE DOWN AND BLANK STARING
THE MISERY OF MEMORIES ARE LIKE PILOTS WITHOUT PLANES
DIVING ARRIVING BUT THE FLYING IS NEVER THE SAME
THE SADNESS OF CLOWNS THE SHAME OF SOUNDS
SAYING NOTHING NEVER STOPPED A MAD MAN FROM SPEAKING
YELLING AT WALLS YELLING IN STREETS
BOUNCING LIKE A BALL FALLING TO CONCRETE
LAYING DOWN ON SIDEWLKS AND FALLING ASLEEP
MEETING MEMORIES ONLY MADE THE FEET WEAK
IT’S THE MYTH OF SADNESS THE REALITY OF LIES
IT’S THE TRUTH OF SOMETIMES AND SOMETIMES CLOWNS CRY
MARKERS ARE BEST CRAYONS ARE BETTER
PAINTING WITH FINGERS AND STICK ON LETTERS
MAKING A MESS MAKING THINGS BETTER
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