Sunday, July 31, 2011

glimpse of a song from another life

a little rhyme i was singing to some random tune in my head at work last night:

if looks could kill, she'd be a tiger
she'll eat your heart before she blinks
as she recites the words of wisdom
smeared in red above the sink
in her dreams she is a diamond
breaking skin and breaking through
but in her words she is a symptom
so what are we to do?

Thursday, July 14, 2011

i dreamed of this

i saved that for me and me alone
put it in a place where no-one else could touch it ever
tired of crooked words and fingerprints of untruth

i put it in the same place
as all the things i don't say or cover up
all the words i delete when no-one's looking
everything that's really me and no-one knows

. . .

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

satisfaction in a pinprick

we're told to just distract it all away
let the song dissipate in the wind
and never call it back again
"that's what life is"
"that's what life is"
"that's what life is"
you hear it enough, and you believe it
even when the answer is "fuck you"
even when you know you've seen better
it's been miles since you've tasted that bliss

the allergens, the constant
fighting for something real
meaningless to those who've never clung to the mast
of ship drug by tentacle arms into a black sea
to a bottom of sand and sky
with palm trees waving in the current
bound and drugged into a false utopia

we stride among them
waving our arms and cursing
and laughing
"there's more to life," we say
"we've seen it"
"we've seen it"
"we've seen it"
but the proper thing's forgetfulness
the proper thing is apathy
and it's so easy to lose touch

when emptiness hardens in the mold
we don the weightless armor
and look to the sun with blinking incomprehension
like waking up to a forgotten dream

this, in its own way, is as beautiful a song