Digital Random Hat

I licked all of the wounds

I kicked all of the tombs

that needed to be licked

that needed to be kicked

I sent a message in a bottle

that looked like a cocktail

it went off like a bomb

the seasons overlap

for no reason

they give you a slap

on the cheek

it stings for weeks

if not for months

if not for drugs

you would not ride with us

Tight-jawed neurotic

loose-lips psychotic

wide awake at the helm

of a supersonic

Concorde with my

comrade

wearing a motorcycle jacket

and a digital random hat

Shapes shifted as we drifted

like a clipped clipper ship

to move the earth one must twist their wrist

fate splintered

resistance was thick

and swiftly

one was spun like a frisbee

a stone's throw away

a stone-cold display of devotion

a wide array of emotion

why cry, John?

when you can fly John

kick and stare at the rat

what's the score, John?

Tight-jawed neurotic

loose-lips psychotic

wide awake at the helm

of a supersonic

Concorde with my

comrade

wearing a motorcycle jacket

and a digital random hat