for now

locked in the cellar again
wishing to be free and dandy
recognize your birth day
off a top of the cotton candy

shrugs a shoulder
leaves approach
wondering softly
to an ally coach

jingle bells
haven't rung in years
jingle bells
for someone who isn't there

sanity and lust
virtue and glory
where does this path take me now
find yourself in the shrapnel

i can write, can't i
but who can read
a look in your face
a book by your knee

swallowed up in the serpents slither
an old lady asks to come hither
oh autumn was she a long time ago
when my thoughts were local, two and fro

down the wastebasket
chump change
gather yourself to your own domain

abrupt and spoken for and cast upon recluse
finding time to do nothing
finding time to be free
finding a journey that isn't there yet

get upward bound and over top
lay slow and fast
the bottom of a glass of bourbon on rocks
drink the drink, you haven't yet

its been too long and i lay quenched
no spiritual tools, they are digressed
in satans spawn, a brother needed
the few little steps to destroy a meaning

take time throughout this winter slope
for Christmas, a bell
and for new years
a thorn

or maybe its a thorn for christmas
and a belle for new years
i get mixed up
when i mix myself up

no drink mix please
only the land's water
we're lucky to have
and for now, i won't bother

-Gg