going back to milwaukee city

I get sick and vomit ice

When I climb condos

I get the ice crystals in my blood

When your hot tears lap your cheeks

My breath turns to smoke when you smile

And I fall asleep every time a bell rings

I dream whenever branches creek across the gap

And my dreams know who’s the president and who I’m in

Love with and how long I’ve been an astronaut and how

I got diabetes but it never knows when it’s over and

It’s always blinking when it’s supposed to begin

And sometimes my headache is a distant car alarm

And sometimes it over-inflates my cock

And sometimes my hands ache from too much fidgeting

And sometimes it’s because I lost my gloves

And they hurt so bad I wish I could cut them off at the armpit,

At the bottom of my left ventricle

And sometimes the air could be sand

And I hiccup it all night

Sometimes my skin doesn’t belong on my body

Sometimes I know that a good night’s sleep will medicate me

And sometimes I Ludivico myself for days at a time

Until my eyeballs become one with the air and gasp for me to cry

And sometimes I wonder if the comatose don’t get too sad

If they never dip below melancholy then I’m in

And more people love me in real life than in my dreams

But I love more freely in the farmlands of my dreams

I whisper craziness in hot ears

And kiss girls while they’re behind the wheel

And in real life I shake involuntarily

My brain goes gray and my lungs go black

My teeth hurt and I use vodka to cure my cold

In real life, I try to give back what I receive

And am lost to find the what’s genesis

I look at the people in the next train car

And are they just like me and faking it

Or is that how people like me really behave?

Sincerity is impossible if you don’t mean anything

Intimacy is impossible if you don’t really exist

It’s not that I can’t love

It’s just that I never get around to it

I get distracted easily by soft hands and peekaboo armageddons