experiment with self-consciousness

the sun shines through my key'd eyeholes
early mourning the end of last night

i'm balding no meat on my bones
a weepy breeze across my skin

we wonder what had us when
mother turned her wonder bread

always wanting knowing better
i'd cut the umbilical cord

of both parents' lifeboat to drift in a place
so-called home from 7-11 malt liquor in hand

more and more here in illinois come 'cross
a fuck you understood what it meant

o moon pie back there in
the fabled east coast of my head