Putting on the Foil

"jesus they don't leave the bench..."

I gots to talking with fask last night
(one of the many beautiful perks of having a roomie
sit around and talk about shit at 12:30 a.m. until god know's when,
when I am supposed to be sleeping.)
seriously I wouldn't trade it for the world
best stretches one could ever have

it makes sense to me
when fask and I were held in captivity
out in the burbs we would always chill outside by
a lamp post in front of my parents house
and have a final cigarette as the night would come to a close

we would reflect and project what had been going on in the mind
and what we wanted to do. It was nice to get a good recap in before
slumberland and we stuck to our schedule like clock work.

anyways we have gotten older now
and the cigarettes have been traded in for carrots and hummus
topped of with a couple lawn-mowers and a pomegranate
but the idea is still there

and we still haven't missed a beat in a long time
reflecting what has been going on
and where we were headed

lately we have been quite synchronized and
for the last couple of days have
been in horrible angry-voss moods
putting on the foil
and letting out the "fear"

it feels good once in a while to be an asshole
and be angry, you know?
so you still know where the bottom of the fish tank is

I think we have found bottom, one takes only so much
self-loathing, although I always find a way to top myself,

soon it will be time to return to optimism and hope
...well maybe in a couple more days...

"thats enough for now boys...."