Tract

Shoulders push their way into the carpet, are these hairs yours or mine? My dry eyes can't tell the time, I'm rolling around in this frying pan Commercial breaks of a sitcom rerun are flies this brain feeds on As the sound of the TV gets louder and the colors brighter, brighter Waves of pisslike liquid Waves of pisslike liquid Waves of pisslike liquid, big as fucking oceans Shiny glimpses of flickering light The floor is pressed deep into my hip and chest And into my head and arms and legs The floor is pressed deep into my hip and chest And into my head and arms and legs A Body Pushing It's Way Through A Body Pushing It's Way Through Through Through Through Through