Perhaps I shouldn’t have heard it
Ears pierced forever more
That lay me down
To press me round
Into oblivion
But who was I to say it nay
To say it wasn’t right
For passing by
As I was high
Hardly did I note
Say it is true that now I sit
Wondering what then went on
It wasn’t mine
To kill the time
Gone my piercing truth
Scrambling dots keep racing around my pages
Looking for soft spots to rest a while
Occupy the spaces of an unsymmetrical order
Confused and impressed upon
Distraught and unevenly spread about
Audible melodies yell out to me
From browns and yellows and oranges
And decay coiling around the forest floor
Waltzing in a downward spiral
Escaping grasping tops of trees
Shedding for coming seasons
And Orchard grass spreading seedlings
About the popular field surrounding
Swept about by gusting winds
Tickling the noses of passing strangers
While squirrels burrow deeper
Birds fly southward
And sun sets earlier
And the roofs came down
Inward, sinking
Swallowing everything whole
Begetting darkness
Stillness in silence
When the dust settles
Symmetrical hearts drawn on white paper
Dispersing clouds like a magical piper
Holding my shaking hand
More hearts in the sand
While slowly letting my heartbeat taper
Deceive me without eyes beyond clicks of ancient truths that flow like feathers around the citadel, dancing nimbly about while systems shriek in glory-warrior-cries echoing through the midnight sky.
I will not be plundered, wallowed into sober thoughts while brightly colored patrons and ladies of shallow rooms get lost in their own smirking madness that filters ancient wisdom, solid grains of smoke filtering down silk sheets mesmerizing wild charletons with holy charms and glittered dancing.
Trees that flower madness can only hold back repeating chants that break shrouding silence echoing through walls plied thick with rice paper. Concubines shuttling in asynchronous chaos holding lanterns and ringlets and long slender blades through their hair pretending each step means a little more than the last.
How could I stop when I, half naked in the moonlight grasping at smouldering clouds passing through open spaces in the starlit sky. I curled up my toes and dipped my hips while pushing against the tops of my mouth. I’ll elope with whoever I please if it’s all the rage in Little Japan Town. Circling around the erect landscape staring back at me like some Hamilton at the top of the mountain.
Get back to business before light comes up over the left side of the highway. I’m on my way out and this ain’t lookin too happy with all my flowers wilting in darkness’ hour. Cry, with unbounded jubilee, cry those beautiful eyes till their bottom-of-the-shoe-black. Cry until neighbourhood dogs bark along to sorrow and malaise because they bloody well can, they can rip their lungs out and feed them down their throats while licking their lips and begging for more.
Don’t walk: run. Run until running speeds up to faster running and sprinting begins to bleed and basterds start to bleed and whispers start to bleed and candles begin to bleed and pencils begin to bleed and bleeding begins to bleed and all the screaming children yell at the top of their lungs and sit there and wallow in sorry they haven’t even begun to understand because THEY JUST AREN’T OLD ENOUGH. THEY AREN’T OLD ENOUGH. THEY AREN’T OLD ENOUGH. THEY AREN’T OLD ENOUGH.
I’m just not happy enough.
Hello my dear enemy who
I am your enemy too
I growl and spy
And really try
To make things hard for you
So which was my desire
Of places, spaces
I’ve left to be here
That took me tither
Away from the others
Into chance of a matter
Designs of instance
Practically insistence
To come from without,
…within
‘Cause I’ve left
Desires: left
Intuition crippled
Gamble is gone
Where the road remains on
I’ve come to reach out here
To look beyond horizon lines
Yell out my silent secrets
And scatter wide my deepest thoughts
Distilling my memories
In the vista beyond
Sharing all lost decisions
With the expanse below
Like a pet that once loved me
I’ve shared my whole soul
With the winds that now hold me
Together at the seams all aglow
Cause I left it draped
Over the side of the bed
Where smells and wrinkles flutter
Through the edges of my mind
A certain order to chaos exists
Making me cry, I’m so alive
And I will lift my toes lightly when I walk
To make you love me
Even if you don’t know the name of my song
Even if I’ve left you one hundred times before
I’ve fallen down baby
And I’ve come back for more