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
credits
from Song Foundry 3-Pack #012,
released February 18, 2022
Produced by Jed Davis
Music by Jed Davis, words by Jack Beal, published by Eschatonality/ASCAP
Jack Beal: spoken word
Jed Davis: synthesizer
Recorded live by Jed Davis at Mother Earth's Café, Albany, NY
Mixed by Eric Jarvis
Mastered by Chris Hanzsek