Strolling Shoes (Magnet)

My pockets are feeding my strolling shoes
The menu of suggestions
The tray is talking back to me
The screen is giving me a clue
A sign that finds meaning in me
The latch is helping me with potential boundaries
The window insists i sleep
Try sleeping with my can of worms under your cushion
Try doing pillow talk with the bottom feeders
And the decomposers

Always pushing for silence

Try being just a little less violent
With my words on your brain
Covering the whole charade
Under your name
Under your name
Try to rest next to the hardest working living being
Crawlin' around your liver and your spleen

Trying to keep calm. Trying to be clean.

Try to hush the obsessive mystery
Cockatoo and blockin' the psychotic from a plain jane
Well, it's a pretty normal situation
And you've got all the things
I mean, you literally have the cozy bed to sleep in
And a very functioning roof over your head man!!!
You even have really good outlets...

And, hot water

And an irrigation for your garden
Your roommate even buys cat food
And when they pass you they say 'pardon'
Someone you don't know comes and picks up your trash as a favor
Somebody chose to dig the well
For your almost functioning automobile as your savior

So quit while you are ahead!

You're not actually existing in 77 places at once
Even though you know you really are...
But you could keep the worms from coming out tonight
You have the choice to avoid a spar
So just pretend that at least

Your hyperbolic extensions
Your ever present inventions
YOUR PHILANTHROPIC INTENTIONS
Your sentimental conventions
Your favorite projections
Your careful connections
Your consumptive rejections
Your eruptive productions
Will spill spew of spattered tattered worn and battered
Chasing tails of moths to the light

You know your flight
Your forgotten sleep
Fuck the week!
Your sales ain't bleak
You're just angry with the calendar
Feeding fawns a bunch of salamanders
Now you've lost your cool
Don't be angry
Be a sailor
Never bored of choosing wind
Un-minding limits