a blast from the past

[messyah]

From Jan 1998:

Skin and Bones, 2.

I wear my skin on the outside.
I'm digging on the inside,
trying to find a place to hide
hunker down behind my bones
and hope that I can be alone.

my heart keeps thumping
my blood keeps pumping
here inside my sack of skin
I can't think with all the din
my muscles keep moving all around
making a moist and squishy sound
how do people keep their poise
surrounded by all this noise?

I wear my skin on the outside
I'm digging on the inside
trying to find a place to hide
hunker down behind my bones
and hope that I can be alone.

I look around and get all woozy
why can't we be neat and clean?
Instead everywhere I look its all oozy
nothing of anything like a perfect machine
rotors and gears would be nice to see
steadily working inside of me
but no, I'm stuck with a mask of skin
on the outside
sitting in a cage of bone
sitting all alone
squishy, organic and vulnerable to all
with my back to my fleshy wall

I wear my skin on the outside
I'm digging on the inside
trying to find a place to hide
hunker down behind my bones
and hope that I can stay alone.

Cuz after all...
I wouldn't want anyone to see
this gooshy mess inside of me.