yellow circus left the stakes of broken ropes useless mud the ties that bind ha ha i can be bad poet street poet shit poet kind poet too subway almost 4am halloween night had enough to drink to make my own party all my fellow riders in half costume half asleep half silly gone to seed i don t mark my time with dates holidays fate wisdom luck karma or whatevers convenient i am made by my times i am a creation of now shaken with the cracks and crevices i m not giving up easy i will not fold i don t have much but what i have is gold i saw your face i sing in platinum i dress in brass good lifting snow i eat a zinc let it pass compare a toast i like that i understand courage ever lifting smoke i still roll with the shout of a cab driver s attitude today i try to see outside myself i understand the eyes excuse all the highs sorry i am sorry ha ha boy of the moon i like you love you every coast of you i m not your face i ve seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones low ebb tide and high full moon up close and distant i read you like the sky the sea the ocean the sun the moon blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue naked and blue naked and blue breathing with you touch change shift allow air window open drift drift away into now revenge you i want whitman proud patti lee proud my brothers proud my sisters proud i want me i want it all i want sensational irresistible this is my time and i am thrilled to be alive living blessed i understand twentieth century collapse into now  cinderella boy you ve lost your shoe cinderella boy your coach awaits a sun makes shadows all over your face as you sit naked and blue into me discoverer discoverer discoverer discoverer discoverer discoverer discoverer
['alternative rock', 'athens indie', 'permanent wave', 'pop rock', 'rock']