Bored By The Changes and Living

Reach into bowels and pluck the petals off
Bough smeared flowers on raw red organs
Sky like a storm cloud of muscles and shadow
That cluster like bushes and hides feeling shallow

At times there is a flatness of trade that unfazes this
Overwhelming ??? paint sameness of
Cancer of mindlessness rendered by
Collective consciousness part of a cultural joy

Yeah I'm bored by the changes and living
Yeah I'm bored by the changes and living

Sleep is a boat marooned without oars
And islands that shape the impossible void
Through which our desires are leveled and framed
By oceans horizonless hollow and plain

Life like the cockroach is fine without you
Its brevity vain as it ducks out of view
And this chummy old silence has found its way in
A scratch at the ceiling it's going again
And again

Yeah I'm bored by the changes and living
Yeah I'm bored by the changes and living
Hit it Heath

Yeah I'm bored by the changes and living
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