Hemingway Dream

I speak to Hemingway This cold night Lucid dream So lonely And depressed Makes me cry Reenacted Bullet to head Communicated Damned suffering death: Repeated blows to my head Couldn't handle road ahead It all started in Italy World War One so fuckin' ugly Dead face of brother in arms Another's legs blown off Years later in lovers' Paris Lost my bearing accidentally Pulled skylight cord way too hard Had to piss so damn badly Thought it was toilet flusher At least Ezra got pound Of my damn rotting flesh My ass flying through skylight Fuckin' World War One again London calling In Blitz blackout Car accident Blow to my head Fishing for ideas Damn hard on my poor head Fishin' for the big fish Crashing the damn plane In East Africa Such exotica So many damn blows To my such tough head No more bull by the horns My life's too many thorns Woke up in cold sweat Dying once again