The Melodies of Monster
Jasmine once told me that
‘Addiction is doing the same thing over and over
Even when it's not fun anymore.'
She says, ‘it's the dizzy and the dancing after the music fades,
And I'm still moving.'
And the mascara is still dripping,
And the confessions are still slurry,
And the glaciers around my arteries have yet to melt,
So I have had to find solutions beyond chemistry.
I know Picasso would have been so proud
As I displayed the art of vodka invading my blood stream
And served it on a silver platter to the monsters in my gallery.
The very same monsters that have relentlessly
Made nightmares out of my sweetest dreams.
But the irony is:
No matter how much peace I may find in the sunrise,
I will still and forever feen for their company;
Because at least I know my monsters will dance with me.
Together we move like revolution to a timbo beat
Freed from the need of redemption
For we have found that the rhythms of raindrops
Are much more forgiving.
And a part of me wants to beg Jesus to stay a bit longer,
But that would mean changing the music I here.
So if I never get to walk on water,
At least I can say I swam in the melodies.
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