#35 improvisation: 4:33 in the morning

i have a friend he’s a poet mysh how do you do it how do you make the words come when there are none what do you do when words aren’t enough when they’re shit when what’s bursting out of you is indescribable how do you do it are we the great poem, painting or song is the pain and desire that rules both sickness and love what we’d scream if we only had the words so this song is a lie ‘cause what i really want to say is impossible with the words that i know and the only other way is out of the question so mysh how do you do it how do you make the words come when there are none bhagiti 5.24.07 perrysburg, oh