Stalled
Recall in a stall the fall of every fault
No more gall lost my marbles shattered out of a gestalt
Sum of all demanding calls and single handed somersaults
Summer Fall but what a trip autumn balled up to a flip
And did a triple dipping western whipping chest to knee gripping
Spleen splitting, keen, knitting, lean, witty
Best listening guest visiting never left a deft jest bereft Christening
Depressed lest molested by own aggressed visioning
Questing with Ax to split the woods into racks
But I'm dressed to address the abscesses on my back
No more stress to confess unless I'm worried 'bout my Paps
'Cause he blessed me with guessing: incessant festering of laughs
Reassessing the past in which I'd say I wasn't asked
When I was small enough to bawl at all the ways I was taxed
Resolved on days I was smacked or felt a rock then a crack
But never more relaxed and slack than when I was masked
Falling with no destination
Calling to a constellation
Caught inside a complication
Stalling out of desperation
The stall was green, the walls concrete, we'd all retreat, secret complete
Called me sweetly falling neatly dropping jeans a fondled feeling
Jaws of meat but soft and sweet like marbled beef but lots of teeth
Problem being conflict wringing I could not keep on concealing
Opt to seal attraction real but sage of action packs a pause
Like what had caused this knot of clause: shrugs from under cover hugs
Loss because it shot a dove, peace appeased to preachers laws
Releasing gauze to eyes of God, botched in trauma, lie and shove
Decides above to rise and nudge the tides erupt inside it gnaws
Plots absconding with no bonding, long in wait to wear the glove
Fights the clots it jots and nods to Lancelot askance a lot
No prance, forgot, in trance, no thought, dance or not, can't be caught
Like chance was stanced on hands with cancer, fancy me a handsome dancer
Lance advances with my landings, stand a' grand on planted answers
Rant on Band-Aid branded manswers channeled from a necromancer
Can't be calling pants in banter when implanted in a planner
Falling with no destination
Calling to a constellation
Caught inside a complication
Stalling out of desperation
Our Car had stalled, no start, we rolled; a hill with hope in hearts; be bold
Slow to park but towed the arc with open charts withholding smarts
And folding parts; console consoled, we hold apart; council controlled
Noah's Ark of going dark we'd choke or bark for coded karts
Mario the road is long so Party on and Donkey Kong
64 'til mom was gone then sit and watch a show with buns
A horny ton of torpid stuns encore according to the sun
Torrent songs til morning on: the story is a boring one
Accordion in acorns won, born again in favors done
The love is in uncovering in others what's begun
Lead to shuns preceding punch to bleeding gums from seedy blunts
Or reap you hugs like all is honey, lovely summing up your money
But if you stunt yourself 'til umpteenth you'll be runted for the hunting
Like a bunch of Humpty Dumpties left in dozens for the dumping
Fuck your grunting you get nothin', left in fussing for the brunt
Find your hump and then get over it, don't fall or stall, confront
No more gall lost my marbles shattered out of a gestalt
Sum of all demanding calls and single handed somersaults
Summer Fall but what a trip autumn balled up to a flip
And did a triple dipping western whipping chest to knee gripping
Spleen splitting, keen, knitting, lean, witty
Best listening guest visiting never left a deft jest bereft Christening
Depressed lest molested by own aggressed visioning
Questing with Ax to split the woods into racks
But I'm dressed to address the abscesses on my back
No more stress to confess unless I'm worried 'bout my Paps
'Cause he blessed me with guessing: incessant festering of laughs
Reassessing the past in which I'd say I wasn't asked
When I was small enough to bawl at all the ways I was taxed
Resolved on days I was smacked or felt a rock then a crack
But never more relaxed and slack than when I was masked
Falling with no destination
Calling to a constellation
Caught inside a complication
Stalling out of desperation
The stall was green, the walls concrete, we'd all retreat, secret complete
Called me sweetly falling neatly dropping jeans a fondled feeling
Jaws of meat but soft and sweet like marbled beef but lots of teeth
Problem being conflict wringing I could not keep on concealing
Opt to seal attraction real but sage of action packs a pause
Like what had caused this knot of clause: shrugs from under cover hugs
Loss because it shot a dove, peace appeased to preachers laws
Releasing gauze to eyes of God, botched in trauma, lie and shove
Decides above to rise and nudge the tides erupt inside it gnaws
Plots absconding with no bonding, long in wait to wear the glove
Fights the clots it jots and nods to Lancelot askance a lot
No prance, forgot, in trance, no thought, dance or not, can't be caught
Like chance was stanced on hands with cancer, fancy me a handsome dancer
Lance advances with my landings, stand a' grand on planted answers
Rant on Band-Aid branded manswers channeled from a necromancer
Can't be calling pants in banter when implanted in a planner
Falling with no destination
Calling to a constellation
Caught inside a complication
Stalling out of desperation
Our Car had stalled, no start, we rolled; a hill with hope in hearts; be bold
Slow to park but towed the arc with open charts withholding smarts
And folding parts; console consoled, we hold apart; council controlled
Noah's Ark of going dark we'd choke or bark for coded karts
Mario the road is long so Party on and Donkey Kong
64 'til mom was gone then sit and watch a show with buns
A horny ton of torpid stuns encore according to the sun
Torrent songs til morning on: the story is a boring one
Accordion in acorns won, born again in favors done
The love is in uncovering in others what's begun
Lead to shuns preceding punch to bleeding gums from seedy blunts
Or reap you hugs like all is honey, lovely summing up your money
But if you stunt yourself 'til umpteenth you'll be runted for the hunting
Like a bunch of Humpty Dumpties left in dozens for the dumping
Fuck your grunting you get nothin', left in fussing for the brunt
Find your hump and then get over it, don't fall or stall, confront
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Writer(s): Philip Mackenzie
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