now repeat that into this nest of microphones everyone's a phony
You bear the illusions of others as if they are your own
You bear the illusions of others as if they are your own
You bear the illusions of others as if they are your own
I get bored calling everyone cousin , for example , when there's no blood
I like what Yoko Ono says about madness, that it's performance, for example
a form you channel when bearing the illusions of others as if they are your own
a poem arriving like sand through the palm of glass hours and shattering like sermons
a man I love distracted from my naked body by a commercial for chicken wings
the last prince of non-violence
