The Process

Colors,

You make me see colors.

The vivids slice my vision

Drip down my cones and rods.

Colors and light,

Heat. 

I've never been so sick to my stomach.

 

White clouds build up

Block out the greens and blues

The reds and yellows

The white cuts off all other sensations

Every feeling except nausea

Heat.

And right before I fall flat on my face

The white disappears behind black

An inky sheet

A dripping heat

And I don't know if I'll ever come back. 

That Gracious Corner

Give it to me in black a white

And I could smother what might

overwhelm us, last night

I was looking for excuses

And I was looking for you

I swallowed the salt water, stinging

In hope for a twitter bird, singing

I was looking for the melody

And I was looking for you

Catching my breath as I rounded the corner

I was looking for a hiding place

And I was looking for you

So I mapped out the circuits

And hooked up the wires

And plugged in the variables too

And I was looking for answers. 

Inescapable

There's no way to turn this around

There's nothing anyone can do

No one but you 

Can turn on the electric machine

And no one else can suppress the sound

Of people you once knew

Sinking up into the blue

When you used to see in shades of green

Baby, you try to rush it

Let the tinkle breath of silence pass

Then you can coax the sizzle sparks out

Now you're searching for the volume control

They can't answer your questions

They won't feed your obsession

Thirsty for another jagged jolt

And I know your skin will prickle for that vicious voltage

There's no way to turn this around

There's nothing anyone can do

No one but you

Can turn on the electric machine

Baby, you try to rush it

Let the tinkle breath of silence pass

Then you can coax the sizzle sparks out.