stoned
and de-throned
left out on the back porch
all alone
on the outskirts of madness
it’s weird Wednesday
psychedellia
guys running around in trench coats
with sunglasses on
strange things happening
on the neighbor’s lawn
a girl’s voice mumbling in my ear
no it’s a bird
3am cocaine nightmares
rats in the kitchen
bats in the belfry
it’s dawn and i’m still awake
the madness ensues
on the outskirts of madness
things are strange outside
these people staring at me
through the cracks in the blinds
must want me to see all these strange things
i’m telling you it’s strange
did someone just knock at the door?
no, really lock the door please, i’m scared
Devil is in the barn
dog don’t want to go out and play
the wind is crying it’s a dark day
i’m skitzin’ on the windows
at the games the light
and the shadows play
and the games that one’s ears play
on that third day
when i think someone is here
but their really in the neighbor’s driveway
i stare at these windows for days
with nothing to say…
but welcome to Speeder Freak Lake
welcome to the outskirts of madness
welcome to a season in hell
that is my sadness …
as well as my sanctuary…
Texas will kinda have that affect on you. Lived there myself for a number of years vowing never to move back. I’ll be checking out more of what you write.
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Thank you! Yes it sounds like you know where I come from! Cheers!
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