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Wonder
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I'm too lonely, scared and bored
To think about my future
I'm only lying in my past
To try to have you again
I'm too lonely, scared and bored
And I don't wonder anymore.
I used to wander through your hair
I got excited at your door
I talked about the people
I wondered what they all were for
But now my eyes are filming over
And my brain has killed my soul
The fine things have all happened
Good times will never roll.
I used to remember all
I used to remember sun
But where the hell did you go
Nostalgic twenty-one?
This flimsy time of change
These clothes are all too small
Every moment here is strange
This dusty suit don't fit at all
I used to dress in black
I used to dress in gray
But now they've bled through my skin
And I don't wonder anymore.
And I don't wonder anymore
Why you've gone and changed your hair
And I don't wonder anymore
As I gestate in this chair
And I don't wander anymore
Through the gates to your lair
And I don't wonder anymore
While I am here and you are there.
And on this doorstep to my life
My eyes have rolled back in my head
My future tries to force my hand
But it's the past that holds the knife
I used to wonder why I hurt
I used to wonder why I aged
I used to try to write it down
My wonder filling every page.
But I don't wonder anymore
In this crankcase skull-wrapped cage
I don't wonder anymore
So all I do is age.
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The Ill Wave Running Through Him
The ill wave running through him is just too much
He just doesn't want to deal with it
His stomach feels weak
He's just about to be handed the beatdown of his life
And it's his own fault
Facing the bully
Michael Sirangelli
He would rather wade knee-deep in hot hot glass
Than go away from this
Because he knows that he deserves it
He deserves to learn his lesson from it
The bad words he scrawled in Michael's notebook
Cry out to him
He feels removed from the schoolboy faces around him
Not from them, but from their context
Their laughter
He doesn't fear their judgment
The ill wave running through him
The ill wave running through him
Flu sickness
He loves to get sick
He's fascinated by the body's process of dealing with
A floating poison
He closes his eyes and the flu gives him
Scary visions
The grass
And voices, almost
When he tries to sleep, nightmares, and
And
And the taste of orange juice
The smell of freshly-opened brand-new Tropicana carton
And he has to pee at night
So he gets out of bed
And as he gets out of bed
His head floats
And he feels
What it's like
To fly
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She waits for a fable
For the start of a story
That she heard long ago
Too good not to come true
I can't compete, no way.
Because the man, the man in the moon
Is cooler than me, so constant and brightly smiling
Oh the man, the man in the moon
Cuts holes in the night and leaves me washed out by his light
Oh to be the man in the moon
Nothing to prove, swaddled in nonexistence
Oh and I'll be sick of this soon
But she'll remain
In love with the man in the moon.
I wait for a fable
For the start of a story
That I heard long ago
Too good not to come true
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Jed Davis Syracuse, New York
Song designer; founding member of The Hanslick Rebellion, Skyscape, Collider; oblivious to genre, trends and the passage of time.
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