Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Wednesday, May. 17, 2006 - 1:23 a.m.

The old shtick isn't working anymore
I think it's the worst
When you intentionally do to yourself
the one thing you most curse fate
for continually doing to you
(Maybe that's just me.)

Television's haunting me,
taunting and mocking me
I owe the world this much
To make myself suffer, weak

May 17th 2k6 and here I go again
Nothing about my life depends upon the weather
The weather depends on me
I can see the silver through all the grey
like a billboard in the sky
I just don't know how to express it
I'm pretty much convinced no one would hear it
coming from a creature like me

But down here where no one can see
I'm my own judge and jury
In the dampness, surrounded by stone
I practice my own law
Alone

Time and space are common topics
We've expanded our awareness
to philosophical debate in
everyday small talk

I mean, why not?
At least I know we're making them think
When thinking these days
Is so damn -out-
Talk to me
I'll make you stop fitting in
I'm doing you a favor

I'm not who you think I am
because I don't need you to know
I want to be as transparent to you
as anyone's ever been
Think, I'll show you who I'm talking about;
everyone you can't remember.

The bastards told me I'd lose my sense of smell
If I smoked enough of these coffin nails
By why does her memory waft all around me
Suffocating
Burning in my nostrils?
Don't consider me like all the other men
Trapped in your web
I'm not them.
I'm even better;
I'm the one who keeps coming back
To get sucked dry
(and it gets worse every time)

And when you're not around
I tear at my veins to spill my blood
Just to remind me of you
And when I'm not around
My cries don't make a sound
and that's exactly how it's got to be
you forget about me
(metaphorically)

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