t'is shit, i know. regardless, this is my 5 minute keyboard-vomit of the day.
It's an indecision, I swear it's revision.
I know every single standard and every single prison.
It's the rhythm in the silence in the middle of defiance.
I know, I made riddles of your science. Forced blindness.
Provacative with the tongue, but too broke to be real fun.
Too broken now, in song. So long, my dear, so long.
So short, the spoken song. It lived and died, but wasn't wrong.
It lived to die; what wasn't wrong? It felt like dying..now it's done.
It gave to give and spoke to speek. It couldn't sing with tongue in cheek.
It couldn't bring true glee and bliss. Hope spoken from two broken lips.
Hope drawn out from the source, a gift. Acknowledgment is what it missed.
I found the song,
the verse,
the bars.
She's missing though, she's in the stars.
By stars I mean infinite sand. An affinity of unstable land.
An affinity of androgyny. Pardon me, The epitome of neurology..
..the nervous system always bothered me.
I found her feet; they found hers. I closed my eyes, became the birds. Became the sea they soar across, until I'd lost that Pentecost. That 5th great day struck me as the lonliest hour. A feast? but what to devour? A throne? yes, but who sits alone? A gluttonous chewing and then throwing of bones.
The ocean came and spoke real soft, "What will we do about that cough?"
It's just a moth I ate for fun...
...to ensure that I'm the living one.
The rivers came and bade of me, "Please let her go....don't you see?"
The moth? The girl? The sinking sand? The tides that sweep across the land? The land I rule, that no one seeks? The tongue that still sits stuck in cheek? It all seems weak. It all seems trite. Contrived as the enlightenment we swore was life.
A puddle reaches my toes,
and,
sings me my song.
Befuddled, I reach down and push it along.