It's not a different bed
it's not a separate river
it's not an alien head
nor another bitterness
It isn't the same
bed you made it
it's the same
bitter stream
you been drowning
in since waking
up in it fuming
By cavernous
nostrils I was
the first to help
sweeten the water
with the arctic wind
I hear you loud
and clear, is it
raining outside
or is there
an assembly of
micro-portraits
falling softly
You'll never get
farther than around
the corner from
your own navel
with that sort of
talk you realize
No, I'm asking you
to tune in to
the radio rain
and let us know
which channel we'll
all be melting on
That would be a frequency
beyond your understanding
I'm outstanding in the acid
rain and loving it
Is your impervious nature
a suit of armor you bought
or did you make it yourself
I wonder naked
Why don't you try
it on but handle with
care since I sure did
put in a lot of work
on that outfit there
I feel invincible
now, so that's what
did it, power mad
popes couldn't keep
it hidden it's well written
My divine neo
alpha manifests
as a self correcting
text, it's taken
generations
to be expressed
no less
I get that
what else you got
besides standing by
a lot forgive me for
I have lapsed big time
It's nothing a father's face
is easily forgotten
because even in the wind
sand grains never settle
It's ain't nuthin' but
except I take it you're
intermittent to say the least
and don't tell me, here to stay
I was long gone
before I even arrived
on this scene, well I
just finished evaporating
had to split inside you
Now I am beginning
to see the light
coming through
my computer screen
and I can say that it's good
Now you're starting to get it
my good boy and remember
don't fire until you see
their Googley eyes
And to this day whenever
I stare into a mirror
I am at a total loss
as to which one of
these two I am
That is exactly
how I planned it
from the beginning
I am finally starting
to realize after all
these years
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