I will End this, I will end this Escape.

I will end this escape
This dreamland of No's and Don'ts
I will leave the swamp soon
We will be one again

And I'll smile on your day
I won't have on my everyday frown

I won't be afraid to say it
There's always a half-full
There's always a second view

Anome on 13th and Harcaid

A flourish in every word

Smack your gum with a swagger
John Q. Meatskull
Go backwards on your fixed gear bike
And continue to wax your irony
More conspicuous sloth than an Amazon exhibit
More beer logos than the Daytona 500

But I guess my observatory of concrete
Is in no way a loftier position
And me writing this makes me just as bad

"Look at that asshole watching all of us
And scribbling in his bitch-ass notepad
What a stuck-up hipster
And I bet he thinks his tats are badass"

I guess the thing is that we're all the same
Let us posture and pose
It keeps us sane sometimes

So smack your gum
And back up your bike
Wear your Ninkasi shirt
And I'll sit here and write.

I Am the Bayou, I am Not the Same

A life been lost
I am a wasteland
I am deplete
I am replete with desire
I embody defeat
I sit here in judgment
I sit in the street
Watching shadows go past
I am defeat

I succumb to the forces
I finally give up
Take my hands and my eyes
I am just me
I'm just going to be

I am a wasteland
I am deplete
I am replete with desire
I embody defeat
I sit here in judgment
I sit in the street
Watching shadows go past
I am defeat

A life's been lost

The Fecundity and Desertion

Alive, Son of Awake - Fecundity and Desertion
Em D G A

I am the wasteland
I am nothing left
I am the wax and wane
I am bereft

There was once so much here
There was once a hope and promise
And now we have a desert
Empty but for longing

I am the oasis
I am the desert's song
I am the greenest grass
I am nothing wrong

There was once so much here
There was once a hope and promise
And now we have a desert
That's permanently haunted

There's still a shred of hope
There's still a shadow of a doubt
As hope must diminish
And our eyes cast downward
Shame again
Gray again
Gray day again