Slow

the world
is moving...
oh oh oh so so so slow
I'm just not there
I've been creeping up on an idea
that when the world..
just doesn't mooooove like this
I can doooo anything

I can take you somewhere quiet
I can take you to the penthouse suite...
in Lint, Ball, Mars...

I can go to the white house..
and in the oval room...
I will pump 500lbs of
mad cow disease infected cancerus bovine
up Bush's nose.

and everything is just sooo slow
i feel my molecules seperating
and my transformation into liquid
that seeps into the "dirty dirty dirty john" of a rug
and through the floor boards,
through the cement,
through the dirt,
through the clay,
through the sand,
through the mantle,
through the core,
and through different mantle,
through different sand,
through different clay,
through different dirt,
until i'm in China
where i meat Lao-tzu
and he gives me the book of secrets
and he tells me to center my tao

maybe it's just because everything
just moves sooo slow
everything is just soo slow
and out of focus now
and incomplete
it just has to be there
just grasp what's slow