Check ignition. Engines on. Here’s hoping.
My diet consists of fantasies
Ideas that make up a bigger picture
Someone I’m not, mixed with someone I am.
Wining and dining with the best people
Fistfights, being a hero
Multicolored hair
A wolf on Wall Street, the man in Havana
Do everything to not be them, give everything to be like them
Standing up for myself, smiling faces
Go for launch in t-minus ten. Who wants to press the button?
But this picture is a phony
Old sins from a new perspective
What is there to comfort me?
Karaoke in drag, cocaine in cold bathrooms, tobacco pipes
Make-out sessions at parties
Bonfires, collapsing from exhaustion
Convertible going down Sunset Boulevard, wind in my hair
Weed in the tropics
Paralyzed
We have liftoff! Did you arm the electronics?
Am I the protagonist?
I seem more like the antagonist…
Who else could have sabotaged it all?
Throwing shade, throwing hands
Broken teeth, broken bones, blood
Breaking that stupid fucking guitar
Demigods, lightning storms, looking into people’s souls
Pressing all the buttons in an elevator out of spite
Family that doesn’t go against one another, Roman senates
How’s the motor? Go, go, go, you beautiful tin can!
When and where does passion turn into obsession?
The ambition, the ambiguity, the ambivert?
Writing for fame, writing for myself, hiding away in the mountains
Lakefront properties in Ithaca, high-price homesteads in Florida
Television sitcoms, directing films
Flying into space, going to sea, Ahab
Touching the stars, Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Psychedelics and psychotropics
Heads up! Something’s wrong! Mayday! Mayday! Where’s it going?
Sex, arguments, shady deals
Marriage, sincerity, intimacy, handjobs, motel reach-arounds
Cookie-cutter households, Thanksgiving dinners with children of my own
Death, chaos, ritual, grandchildren
Pure, unadulterated happiness (always out of reach)
Being alive, feeling alive
My, God… if only you could see
Just how beautiful it really is…