Empty Bottles & Neuroses

Spill some wine on the season--
He's walking home at 1 am
And full of well gin and reasons
     for both staying and leaving
 and dripping orange lamplight
He thinks he'll try and dry out
                                     (sure)
Try sinking in ideas and a couch
                      on his back lawn

Same old thoughts just circle
     overhead in lazy patterns
Synced with beats made by cars passing
   on the street at 2 am.

It's a passion play he's caught in
Passing days with failing stances
Whilst the nights keep passing faster
   into blue-black blurs like bruises.
Open lids to empty coffins
With those thoughts' befuddled movements
--And he's introduced again

And it gets a little lonely
     sitting on that couch with only
     empty bottles and neuroses
     for to break that pattern up
     with another worn out pattern--

For to keep him in cold company.

Soylent Green is Me!

Riverdancer eat your heart out
Or I'll eat your fucking heart out!
'Cuz I'm feeling not too smart how
     I've been switching really fast--

--Between the glasses I'm always wearing
Alternately shit- and rose-colored lenses
Now mending fences ain't so easy--
--When your stomach turns to jelly
And you keep thinking
     that this shit's hellish and it won't stop

So don't stop
Just dress me down--
--and then upbraid me
I won't ask you to unhand me
Feel free
     to just consume me--I'm Soylent Green

When you're through,
Just toss the bones--
--in a corner neatly
You can even remain seated
I hope
     You enjoy eating. I'm Soylent Green.

Paranoia's got me drinking
And that always keeps me thinking
How I'll ever keep on going
     If I can't escape my skin

For the remarks that I keep on speaking
To silent pauses that you keep revealing
I tried appealling
But no damn good--
--When your stomach turns to iron
From fighting lions
     'cuz this is hellish and it won't stop

So don't stop
Just boil me up--
--until you plate me
Don't expect your hand to spare me
I say
     Enjoy your meal, now, I'm Soylent Green.

When you're through
Just clear your plates--
--and fill a wine glass
Hope you feel content and it lasts
Feel free
     To just consume me--I'm Soylent Green.