Taste - Magik Markers

The only car on the raw sheet highway is riding

The stars for him are only coat lining

You cannot sweat a piebald horse and make it a steed

I cannot take your want and make it a need

They keep wasting you, wasting you

Just to get a taste you

They’ve been wasting you, wasting you

Just to get a taste of you

Ted saw a black man’s lips

And a movie star’s blond

He shook her little bobby sox

Until the thrill was gone, the thrill was gone

He had tasted her, tasted her

Smiled right into the base of her

He kept racing her, racing her

Stayed alive, outpacing her

Blue bore the quiet land the best that he could

He learned war was silent and he understood

The fleshy pages of women wet from the rain

The rising, flooding water, feeling no pain, feeling no pain

Alone waits in him, aches in him

Takes up more than it makes of him

Alone shakes in him, hates in him

Thrums in the subway gate of him

She gathered rocks and twigs up in her skirt

She got the tired, wired drugs to make her get hurt

She ordered nature to her design

She went to sleep and dreamed asleep and it felt more fine, it felt more fine

The drug banked on her, blanked for her

Never bowed to the rank in her

It low-sank in her, drank in her

Never bothered with thanking her

They keep wasting me, wasting me

Eating up more than a taste of me

This time shakes in me, takes of me

Uses up more than it makes of me