Surrealism from Paraphernalia by Nick Tie-Dye

holy fuck finally found time to write poetry
about sex, drugs, rock & roll, and some mystery
and honestly ive been drowning in my misery
the self-induced karma blues, repeating my own history

bad decisions hold my reins like veins of blood
and my lungs simply love all this bud i puff
and im hypnotized by some fucked up seductive smut
im trying to fill this hole that’s cut inside my gut

and at the end of the day,
all i have is myself
this world is such a lonely place
but there’s some comfort in hell

i watch her shift through the shimmering shapes
but she makes sure not to show too much of her face
i ask her if she’ll explain more of this strange place
but she just laughs and sends me back with such grace

i borrow some morals from el diablo
and jam out to le filles de kilimanjaro
my face is warped like pablo picasso
im a loner known as surreal desperado

and at the end of the day,
all i have is myself
this world is such a lonely place
but i guess ill stick this one out

• Experimental
• bedroom
• indie
• jazz
• psychedelic
• surf rock
• Tacoma