Forgot

I wrote that late night manuscript / I keep that stick shift handle grip

I feel them streetlights dripping down rain like Ambien

Corsing through my veins in the Louvre with a canvas print

Lanterns with the Buddhist zen / Floral print on the walls of the derelict

Serpico watching surfers go hammy on the cliff,

panoramic lens clicks every time my inner Van Gogh's channeling

Damn it's been a wild ride / Muted statues looking at me with the white eyes

Oversized thoughts coming down the Kansas freeway burnt ends with my debit card at night time

Sight lines, that McNulty style mapped out / 1987 Benz on the back route

Two eigths rap singer three quarter paint flinger,

middle finger ring with grandfather's war smashed out, damn you must've forgot...

Aww you must've forgot,

I'm Gus Van Sant with a dash of Rembrandt,

Wicker chair right there is my slot man,

You must've forgot,

Damn you must've forgot,

Look homie,

I'm Gus Van Sant with a dash of Rembrandt wicker chair right there is my slot,

The smile is childish / Keep it that like that with the small town mileage

Prowler on the outskirt dialin' up the problems

Eucalyptus scent with the steam on my eyelids

Seen pyramided schemes, Ponzi's for the grocers

Padded loafer leather come add a magnum opus

Francis Ford Cope with the talent that I holster

Cracked lobster, dipping back into the Ocean / That's why you stay swimming

Black J's, suede denim / Vague images of haze through closed shades in Venice

Don't take attendance, raise your hands if you hear

Seersucker clarity with this man in this mirror, but you forgot...

You must've forgot,

Look homie

I'm Gus Van Sant with a dash of Rembrandt,

Wicker chair right there is my slot man,

You must've forgot,