you are sleeping off your demons

when i come home.

spittle bubbling at your lips,

fine white foam.

i am young and i am good.

it's a hot southern california day.

if i wake you up,

there will be hell to pay.

and alone in my room i am the last of a lost civilization

and i vanish into the dark

and rise above my station.

rise above my station.



but i do wake you up and when i do

you blaze down the hall and you scream.

i'm in my room with the headphones on

deep in the dream chamber

and then i'm awake and i'm guarding my face

hoping you don't break my stereo

because it's the one thing that i couldn't live without

so i think about that,

and then i sort of black out.

held under these smothering waves

by your strong and thick-veined hand

but one of these days

i'm gonna wriggle up on my land.