Worn Out - Kelly Joe Phelps

Wonder flood the valley

Tunnel feed the soil

Free advice with constant wit

Never to recoil

Bums rush o’er the high grass field

With shoes of plastic lace

That untie at the first step

Not the last that wins the race

Herein lies my sure demise

Or 'haps my one bright seed

This or then the other tact

Falls right and starts to bleed

Can you hear a toneless rhyme

Between my bones and sunken eyes?

No… I think not-

It’s as if my thought has worn

The clown’s disguise

Oh, my little life worn out

On this goddamn road

I live to breath more than believe

A reason for this load

Is it my own version

Of a terrifying leap across

An unforgiving landscape

When all I want is sleep?

Unfolding here before me

Is an ugly naked truth

I know no more than a drunkard

In a circus dunk-tank booth

The balls come flying one-two-three

In and down I go

The people retch in laughter

While I scream out for more

Now i’m dry electric shock

I watch the sky like a broken clock

I tie my plastic lace and then I

Go back to my walk

Stuttering for coffee

Or a comforting brush

Across the backs of both my knees

Mother sings to hush

Make a castle to the sky

In honnor of a man like sand

Who’ll wass away in time and he will

Ne’er be here again

Oh, my little life worn out

On this goddamn road

I live to breath more than believe

A reason for this load