obliviousfocus

Apparently my poetry was read in chicago over the weekend to the radio audience. How nice. Wish someone had told me that it was going to happen.

Its called numb paradise

Crumpled cigarettes litter the table
Alcohol burns the throat
The pattern of self-destruction forms
Cacophony of voices permeate the air
A den of forgotten dreams
Washed away with pinpricks to the brain
Here there are no names
Faces are all that matters
Time is merely a formality

Sit down take your soul off
Let it sit in the corner for a while
You don't need to worry about it
We'll take away the cause
Sip your numbed paradise

Dance away your memories
Who needs them here
You are in this moment
Just let go of your future uncertain
You can certainly be sure its worthless

Sit down take your soul off
Let it soak in the view
A little taint never hurt
We'll take away the consequences
Sip your numbed paradise

The lights are now less faded
We've got to bid you farewell
Our time
Out of time
So long yet so short
But come back tomorrow
A kindred spirit cannot be denied
Your table will be waiting

Sit down take your soul off
Do you remember where you left it
We'll help you find it
Sip your numbed paradise