You can follow logic
Or contest it all
The work solution makes the common house a home

The element of progress
That you mentioned's gone
And de-evolved to something you were headed toward

As I layed and died
The things I think
Did I waste my time?
I think I did
I worked for life

All we want are just pretty little homes
All the work makes pretty little homes

Feel the vapor pressure drop as the dark steam pours out the entrance
Real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real life world out
Where every sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit
The glass danse world flickers on and the low end thaws your anxious body

Maybe I feel detached. I may just look too shy

Some people get bit from inside,
When they talk it's cold and sour.
And no, there's nothing you can do now.
They've had their way too many times.
If you glare to fet what you want,
It'll become your look.
If there's dirt you've got on someone,
You'll let it loose without a thought.
You let the poison spill,
Spurt from your throat,
Hiss like steam,
Because the pressure is unreal.

I feel a warm resistance
Beneath the outer layer
What once moved living organs
Leaks through a thin veneer
Blue blooded royal body
Elegantly posed to death
Not speaking prince now are you?
Not breathing one more breath

Just now the curtain's folding
It falls and lies to rest
So selfish royal brother
You've loved your wife to death
Your ways could not continue

Sharp dressed servers where the upscale dine
A safe dial turned by a glove in the crimes of night
A nurse in an ambulance rides
He "don't deserve it", the patient is right

Career
Serious
There are times when I miss the appeal

Long black cars driven close to the lawn
Straight legged slacks and the shine of the chauffer's garb
The lawyer with an eloquent tongue

recovering slowly, a torso fell
from a beat up truck by a rural motel.
the manager seen how the truck bed bounced
while dust flew up with a rolling sound.
voices appear from the staff outside
in bulbous text in a western style
his mannequin neck spun to turn his face
the bars spills drunks out frame by frame
girls pushed girls side to side

i check in a room today
up above the downtown market bricks
right now a boy gets old
a boy gets bitter
a boy learns not to trust
someone inside his room
the door locks tight
you keep the door locked

months went by and doors got kicked in
two outlaws collecting what they loaned
in a room beside my walls
a girl gets choked
she can't pay back the loan
48 more hours to go

confident with your back to the audience.
tremelo strings begin with your gesturing wrist.
start the orchestra slow with an elegant aire,
then a circular sweep crescendoing swell.
leo slatkin, dohnanyi, previne, depaur
your arms are calling out.
they wave like a swarm of sound.
you pull the sound from scores of notes,
you step the stage and take control.

I'm paralysed and things could change for you as well
you're not so bad off now, you can move anything you need.
I'm not this way because of an emergency I caused
at seventeen a guard perched above the chlorine floor
when I saw a hand raise up from just beneath the air,
a frantic move for help, I made an instant judgment call.
dive- I arced my feet to dive, I broke the elemental line

Feel the vapor pressure drop as the dark steam pours out the entrance
Real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real life world out
Where every sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit
The glass danse world flickers on and the low end thaws your anxious body

Maybe I feel detached. I may just look too shy
It's a disinterest not that I'm a timid guy