Rubber Traits

I want to always be on film To be caught in the cut, coffee sober Ding-di-ding-di-ding-ding boom boom boulder Unscratched lenses, of a brand new prescription Drawing days from a stacked deck of cards and doing... doing I should cut down my caloric intake I should go to sleep hungry and wake up with my guts knotted up And ears open like a burnt down hut I want my mouth to always taste the blade But I want, but I want, but ohhhhhh I want to kiss like taffy Hump gentle on a bed of nails and Feel salt to widen eyes like a cut up clam's tongue does I want to dump early on and be empty the rest I want a patch of blue sky to follow me Unfold an origami death mask And cut my DNA with rubber traits Pull apart the double helix like a wishbone Always be working on a suicide note I don't want to When I feel like I could've gone long I don't want to When I feel like I could've gone longer I don't want to When I feel like I could've gone longer I don't want to When I feel like I could've gone Productive, fully charged, cocked, and pointed Keep a tape recorder on my bedside table Sweats, only the pants that fit the best, no belts, no cuffs Walked home yet loose keep heel dies blue to a ten Watch a fly hit a pane of glass till it gets real bony His stomach swells up and he dies I don't want to When I feel like I could've gone long I don't want to When I feel like I could've gone longer I don't want to When I feel like I could've gone longer I don't want to When I feel like I could've gone