Dude! I'm lyin here in bed
Dead tired and wired just a-chillin
Primus poundin heavy round my head
Primus swirls oily through the air
My brain's leakin out my ears
Music and brainjuice in my hair
The beat is seepin thru my skin
The words are beadin on my legs
There's no thinkin through this din
These words do not make sense to me
They remind me of you laughin and I
laugh
I listen and I laugh hysterically
Fall 1993
Copyright 1997 by Jennifer Kohl. All rights reserved.
