Time is out of joint

from this week in September, 1972  (I was 27)

Time is out of joint

might as well anoint my head

as even try to lift me from this bed

there is no point

Let’s you and I take a joint time out

Hope to shout hope to shout

join my groin in a groan

screw the phone  Damn

I feel like a paper doll

that can’t get folded again

I tell you it’s out of joint

or I lost the point

You can’t put a cast on time

I tried that last time

Now I just run up the hill at night

(it’s outasight) broken back or not

I don’t know if there are more snakes out during the dark

but I sure as hell hear more, still I ain’t been bit yet.