Nameless #5 (...and a nice guitar it is too!)

I remember the room that you shared with your cats
You were always so sad
When i think back to that time
I can remember that rare smile
but the eyes just gave you away

You'd say it began at the Magic Kingdom
I'd say that you are so wrong
Depends on what we're talking about
that is, if we'd ever spoke again

Whatever I had was yours but
You gave me so little
Never showed me who you were
I got your guitar though fucker
It was probably one of the only things you had left

Wow, I guess i'm still angry
I don't need to be
I don't want to be
Psychic wounds for sure

I'm reminded of a hallucination
I was a great Blue Whale (no jokes please)
Just swimming along in the deep blue sea
Upon closer inspection, I can see the scars
No doubt from those pesky Killer Whales
They run rarely in packs, but for me

Each bite representing something
Lonely walks to and from
No rides to the games
This girl, that girl
Getting kicked out
Begging to get back in (Crow eatin')
Thousands more, boo hoo

However, the point of this vision
Was to show that I was still swimmin'
The Ocean is cool and refreshing
Filled with beasts and all

And then...
No more troubles.
Everything was cool after that
and I mean everything

Don't think i've forgotten.

Too Cool for Kite Flying

I'm not seeing the faces when I close my eyes anymore.
Wish i were, kinda, sorta...not really.
I was a bit worried about it.

Just wanna write this letter to myself.
In a few years when I cannot remember much,
I can always read what happened.

A few hundred nights ago
I was driving alongside the old airport fence.
It was dark, late and uber-foggarific!
The Disney station was soothing my mental wounds.
Wounds inflicted by the fungus.
Wounds burned into my consciousness
By an alien, a demon & the Sphinx.
Old timey music was the order of the night
and I was able to see myself as an old man
from another time, from this very place.
I was wearing my usual trenchcoat and mac
and holding my umbrella-cane.
But the airport was gone.
Oh the land was unpaved my brothers,
but the fence kept me on the un-natural side.
It was a site to behold, let me tell you.
No large, gas guzzling monstrosities.
No grey, painted lined runways.
No box-shaped, non-descript structures.
No my friends, those were all still decades away.
Just a lovely park.
Tall trees, long, uncut grass, and sunlight!
Remember, it's about 3 in the a.m.!
"What's that burning white light ahead?" I ask myselves.
It was a car fast approaching and stealing my memories away.
The music is back, and I realize how strange it was
that I decided to drive this way.
It's not even on my way home, and
why am I listening to this station?
And as I pondered these things
I wondered who this old man was.
What a nice day for a walk I was thinking.
I just wish the fence was not there
I'd cross across the field.
But I do not have my kite with me anyway.
If only there were a device that would allow me
to listen to music while kite-flying...
Another car!
Man it's hard to see out here my friends
for the fog is just so thick.
Visibility is maybe 20 feet.
Visibility is maybe 100 years.
Anyway, it's too cool outside for flying materials.
And this coat will make things cumbersome
for running around like a loon in this park.
No it'll have to be another day.
I hope this isn't the only reprieve from the rain this week.
A third car!
The road has come to an end.
I'm not exactly sure where I am
or how to get home from here.
I'll turn right...
The tea was really strong tonight.
I remember lying on the floor
asking God to show himself.
He did.
He reached out for me,
but I was so self conscious about it.
I didn't reach out towards him.
He just shrugged, as if to say, "you blew it man".
Just then, the clouds reappeared
and the sky gave way to the ceiling.
I look over to my friend,
his body is there on the couch, sitting like Buddha
but Fripp & Eno have taken him away for awhile.
I wonder to myself, what's he staring at?