Heart Like a Pump

Lying awake at night trying to rehearse a dream, You just admit flying is for
the birds,
Sights and sounds and mirrors reflect the soul’s grotesque,
Beauty is the burp of a tanked-up party girl,
And even the future that you planned now seems so Kafkaesque,
As the planet stops its spin your head begins to whirl.
Never is the nowhere of all possible places,
Time is a bullet waiting for the hole in your back, And you try to find a way
to use the void to fill up all the empty spaces,
Some kind of mystic nonsense for the practical wisdom you lack,
Animal instincts and moon howling grace,
If you could just crawl back to the cradle; pristine wordless thoughts,
If you could just see somebody when you look into your face,
You broke all your blessings fixing all your faults.
Heart like a pump, Mind like a dump.