Urgent Napkin Poets

Odd ball feelin wierd on the plain
Should I stand off like the 8
Or should I connect and hit the game
She poked me so I guess I'll roll

I can see her rocking the show!
I can see her rocking the show
Rocking the pole, dropping it cold
I know, she know It's not for the soul
She pocket the dough, To ride in the rove
So she bounce, bounce.To that rock and roll
("pour some sugar on meeeee!")

I bump my toes over your slimy insecurities,
knee deep in history I cannot begin to understand.
All the while you wrap your fingers around my fears,
foreign as they are, grasp them tight, and tug.

Lying is a form
of the Deceit
Disease that ends
up parasitizing
off its host.

i will be dry soon
but the sound of water; i'm
taking this with me

wet stuck to window
small puddle in a big world
we're all connected 

I come to you
with my flesh on fire
no explanations,
just instinct
bones turned into pyre
from the unconscious
come a visitor
foreign and yearning
chest tight
toes curled
touch my face now
I’m burning
I carry no escape plan
no intention to fight
I come in peace
bearing tiny explosions of light
hands folded
back straight
eyes looking up
I lean forward slightly
to drink from your cup
So let the sky fall
I’ve lost the urge for flight
anyhow,
I've traded the
evacuation route
for a kiss on the brow
I come to you
face flushed
limbs aglow
racing blood
eager mouth
little to say
and much to show