Pisser

Lost all my friends pulling down my/ pants just to say hi and i'm still/ alive without a tan, trippin', naked man,/ through the forest who
like me/ has fallen right into a kind of grace/ drinking from a river of fine wine just/ to ease my mind, then fell on through/ the hole
i've made looking for a center/ in my life and just why i am
I woke in the grass fascinated with/ moving water and the smell of my breath/ rampaging ants carry me to death or a last/ chance and a
swing for the fence, instead i/ hit the bottom hard and wide looking for / escape from the daylight and the passing time/ digging just to
find a way someone like me/ gets in the right line for the right ride
At just the right time, hoping it doesn't take/ too long to find a way...
And i hope there's a sign/ i hope that it leads me well/ on the way/ i hope there's a sign/ and i hope i can read it right/ i'm running on,
over and lower/ it's slow going half the time/ i hope there's a sign/ and i hope i can read it right
It seems i've had a lifelong headcold full/ of negatives, mindwarps and eclipsing suns/ like hot air through my underwear while/ sitting
in my chocolate chair at home.../ it thrills me, turn the lights out and leave/ me alone