I'm scared? I am,
but,
I can't tell you -
that I'm scared.
I am? But,
I can't tell you
because...
I'm a man. A human
Who can't tell you.
I need an apartment
Apart-meant I was away from you
Mom, Dad... food.
Sketch artist and voo-doo
Freelance who do what? -
Ever to get along
A-long time frozen
Scared
I can't tell you
your alarms -
You're all-arms
around me make me scared
they'll go,
but I'm scared they'll go -
They're -
My card - I act at rest
In them to pretend
My card i ac arrest is paranoid
How I'll end up
without arms
to be scared in to fall into fall into fall into
where I will will I go? It gets
Disjoint
That joint --
This joint -
That join
In a club skip-a-scratch my back with
The whir of a turntable vinyl Alcatraz
alcohol and jazz
Gimme dat razzmatazz feel
Wine pizazz feelz good
Track zpin vvhile the turntable turnz
Round 'til it fall down
Bound to pop a cap wild and azk
whoze turn for red booze?
Cut looze a
round in the clip leaves a chamber, guyz,
My eyez ain't wize my fly'z open to jive
Sex blood and jazz
Sex blood and jazz
Chicago is nothing.
Drive it home with a trigger
or a noose
pop
twitch
Scared.
I'm scared? I am,
but I can't tell you why
I'm scared. I am.
I'm not at school.
I'm not at home.
I'm not with you.
I'm not alone,
So I can't tell you
I'm scared of being one of many
and being scared of
being one of many... who are scared...
Of not having...
I need arms,
but - I
can't -
tell you -
The first line hit me pretty hard and I feel like I lost momentum at the end; I had to write about it, even though it doesn't really affect me at all yet; I was just thinking about this kind of thing and that repeated "I'm scared, I am, but I can't tell you" ad nauseum just... yeah, it felt cool. I don't know what happened in the middle there with all those zs and vs; it may not have been my wisest decision, and if the segue in was shaky, I feel like I pulled back out okay. Anyway.
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I like it. I think I said as much last night. Especially the beginning and the end--like water. I'm not sure what you were trying to do with all the z's either. It's awkward, but you can probably make it work. Still loving the word play, and still analyzing the middle. Maybe we'll talk more about this during the next phone call smile