to hold and taste it
to get it in your mailbox every morning
at 11:15, the greatest feeling in the world
to really be there, it fills you with
grace and generosity, infinite hospitality,
love.
we'll hide drugs in the floorboards
nobody checks there anymore,
and that includes us
we'd take the other bus
it goes under.
sit around and wait and hope they find you
on an island that we call home
an island we've been known to call
'the greatest feeling in the world,'
that shimmering violet place
that is always there and always late
like the distant past with a heartbeat
oh it moves you intensely.
to really be there, to give yourself up to
a space untouched by science
defined by its defiance
we're sending loved ones telegraphs that say
"i miss you, and i wish that i had got to know you better,
but how could you go through life always feeling like that?
how can you get drunk on good without eating the bad?"
they don't reply
that shimmering violet place
that is always there and always late
it's like the feeling that you get when you die i bet.
it's like bein in the sky