make me feel like Boulder, CO (2/94)

i don't know if i've ever come up with
more clever rhymes to enter
the keyhole of my mind
but this will serve fine as an introduction to this
one time announcement meant for that
special no-one

it's like i'm living
in a broken down town and
the only things running
are running from me
running from this or this one,
i yell and jump and scream
and still they run

but this is perfect,
once again tasting my shoe i'm
left with the same
solution
just shut your mouth boy
she's sweet yeah
but not for my teeth

but that sweet tooth jones was coming on
and coming on to take me over, run me down
feelings like
now i exist in
every eye of every child
running from me in every
ghost town

once i thought it would calm me down
let me hang
but now those strings are
loose conversations
and written with too much
interruption
this
word corruption must now serve
as the only badge that sheriff wore
shot dead in the head trying to
save old Mr. Johnson's store,
poor poor poor wait-
i see another door

underneath my back on this cold floor
the dreamers weave and the weavers dream
and all of this in a swirling of violet
while every other page
they rage
and stab me in the gut some nights

so fuck you and the
muse which tried to fool me
and the things which were in you but falling short
and those which were in me all along
recognizing the mirror in some songs
some of fear
some of love
some of suicide

forgive
these senseless dribblings scattered
riddles like refugee camps built
underneath exits of
super information highways
run down possum on a country byway
and hey little kitty
come on down my way

come on down honey
or is it too flowery

too truthfully sickening to
make you not skip town

remember my ghost town
with it's millions of buildings
and the millions of killings which haunt
me
keep me company in this solitary
gets me done in a cell made for one
yeah
there's a cot in the corner but
sometimes baby this cat is a goner
so please c'mon over
laydown beside me
get lost inside me
you'll not have to hide me see
i've already taken care of that
so why not try me
try and understand me to
night would be dandy
once vacant cool room with
bed couch and stereo
flourescent purple light

come throw rocks at the window
make everything alright

sometimes i feel like the son of god
and i sometimes feel predictable
and sometimes feel i'm moving slow so
shift my gears and off i go

leaving another handle flying off.
blowing out one more candle on a
million years worth of birthday cake
and all of this leads to this one bit of info
that i've tried to but just can't fake
that
long long ago
and in a mind diverse but
not so strange
not so lame-
i used to love a girl by that name