Verborrea

Insomniac, so I’ll dream while awake,
which is kinda like sleeping
with one eye closed and the other open.
Well, what do I know!
They won’t take my sleep away,
no way!

And where there’s not enough of everything and everyone’s just everyone,
or the maddening lack of sex
twists my days and my verses.
If I don’t know, well I’ll learn!
and if I’m missing it, I’ll make it up,
like there’s a God!

And may no one lack bread, wine, meat,
or some hope;
the hand of a friend
or in the worst case, a mercy shot.

Let the streets open up, let the air flow, balconies wide.
I’ll step out to greet the new morning in the buff
if the moths have already eaten my old clothes.
Let the streets open up, let the air flow.
Tell me if you hear me
or if you’re waiting to jump in until I finish talking.
My words are sulfurous breath from someone else’s mouth.
I know I have something to say,
it’s on the tip of my sharp tongue,
too much blood for a pencil instead of a sword.
Though, on the other hand,
the limbo is a deadly boredom.
Let the streets open up, let the air flow, balconies wide.
I’ll step out to greet the new morning in the buff
if the moths have already eaten my old clothes.