Songs

The Thrill

words by Chuck Perrin

today I walked around filling my pockets with rocks
ballast to hold me on the ground
so I won’t get sucked out of this world
another body sent to the zombie parking lot

t h o u g h my mouth has become a thunderstorm
& steady breaths have given way
to habitual moans & puffs of frustration
& my hair is a lit fuse creeping toward my brain
& sounds seem to linger longer in my ears before dissolving
& the moons on my fingernails have almost set
& I rub my eyes in the relentless darkness
asking over & over who’s there?
but no one answers
& my wick is burning down
sending smoke rings floating into the sky
forming clouds that look like white handkerchiefs
b u t this is no surrender
b e c a u s e
my blood is a river
raging thru my veins
carbonated by confidence
s t i l l r e s t l e s s
still seeking
the thrill