Metaphorgasm

Is there any wonder
How the gulls and the dragonflies
Find your scent upon the water?
I can almost see your face
In the pattern of cherry blossoms
Floating in the clear blue

Another moan
Another headache
Just trying to roll out of bed
Hit the shower, but don't hit your head
The day waits to embrace you
Turn up your stereo
Dance the nightmare away

The telephone rings
Hey now,
Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?
I'm preparing my dinner
Linguine and mushrooms
Shrimp and a steak
And maybe a Pepsi too
Some writing by candle light
Some Tool in the speakers
Call back when I'm sleeping
You usually do

She told me today
That I raped her heart
"Whatever do you mean my dear?"
"I fell in love with you", she said
"But I’ve kept it hidden
You invade my dreams and my thoughts
It's your hands I feel in the shower
Your mouth in my bed
Goddam I can't get you out my head!
I can't love anyone else
I never will
I want so bad just to feel you
I want to know the playful way you kiss
I want to feel your fingertips
Scribing poetry into my skin
I want that erotic death
Just get out of my head!
I can't take this violation anymore
Why did you have to come inside and do these things to me?"
"But my lovely," I said
"I don't even know your name"

Could this be an ode to a Playstation 2?
Have fun little one, the game's just for you
That black demon's just sitting there
That genie and that bottle
Have a taste, go ahead
Yeah, but...do you know what this shit does to me?
Come on baby, feel yourself go numb
Don't you want me?
Don't you want to feel me in your throat?
Driving you over the edge of pure excess
Bringing to the surface all those fears
Don't I just make you wanna fuck?
So go on then, fuck yourself
Just don't blame me
I can't help it
You know how good I look
How good I taste
You're addicted
But you only get one

Mornin' mirror
Yeah, yeah
I hate you too

So who in the hell are you?
Christ on a bender?
Put the bottle down
And let’s talk about this little God problem you have, shall we?
Sure, God’s an astronaut
Oz is over the rainbow
And Midian’s where the monsters live
At least, according to Clive
But I don’t ever recall Jesus
High from the pipe smoke
Begging for a blowjob
Or even thumbing through my landlady’s garbage
Looking for masturbatory material
As far as I know
He doesn’t exist at all…oh, you agree?
Never mind
If you honestly think I believed you
When you said that you loved me
More than any other boy
You must have been high
Do you really think
That I didn’t know about Jesse
Or Jimmy
Or Trent
Or Darryl
Or those other three?
So I have a question, maybe two
What are you smoking
And why aren’t you sharing?

Yeah, and this journal gets longer
I feel 30 days removed
And stripped of the beauty of my inner excess
That sadistic nuance of blue
That cares nothing for me
And even less for you
But I still have her memory
Rolling naked in the wildflowers
Making love in the rain
Getting warm by a stranger’s fireplace
After breaking into his cottage
And eating all of his food

Looking back over these words
They’re so disjointed
Rather like my thoughts as of late
There may be a message here
Something poignant
Something I wanted to say
I just needed to share these words
In case they’re my last