run home slow…

good morning out there…

the record spins on the turntable as i drop the needle. the music starts and so does the soft low giggles…my skin crawls, my heart aches, and my mind, it wiggles…

today, i need to be carried as i cannot carry the weight and i’ma get by with sad songs and serenades…

here i go again, writing down all my feelings with this paper and pen…

this thing called life, it’s like a game i cannot win and there ain’t no tellin a Moth where it been…

i’m so high, i need to come down slow and singing in church on sunday won’t save my Soul, but, everyday, my Soul sings to me soft and low~these are the things that cause me to run home slow…

the michigan city madd ants , they’re back at it again. they’re doing their madd dance across my skin, or, is it just playin tricks on me, my somatic nervous system?

PANIC! god damned paranoid schizophrenic! i once was above it; now i’m down in it!

most days, i’m unsure which way to go, as it’s always some place new, where i make my home, to run to slow…

i feel like this post is garbage, like, it’s junk! because, i ain’t got nowhere today, to run to slow. i’m slippin back into that mid-western funk!

i thought i knew everything, but i realize now, i know nothing. everything i once knew, is now gone, but, somehow, someway, i find a new way to carry on each day….homeless and alone!

i found myself, telling myself, “stop running from me, we have to find a new place to go, a new home, to, run to slow”…

it was a sin, but, it felt so good, i’d do it all over again! Finnegan begin again!

you left, but, i didn’t get real far in that getaway car…

last night, in my mind, i cleared out all the trap houses, and one by one, one at a time. i may be clean, but i still feel the need to get numb, to get high, well, sometimes…

it’s usually when i’m looking out the windows to my Soul and it’s still raining. i might be insane, but i ain’t crazy!

demons on speed! the Devil, on LSD, where will i end up today? where will my home be? we’ll just hafta wait and see…

stay up; stay human too…

#builtnotbought #inthegrip #whiteknuckles

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