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Adam B Feb 2010
The dissonance in the air
visiting flashes sonically weaving trembling tales
of flash floods and brushfires. intertwined between and beneath
leathery scales, dorsal fins and rat tails.
Intimate whispered coded messages
massaging ear drum lines menacingly, scratching the passages, cruising through each hall.
tapping at every door.

With a gravely groan, reciting a indecipherable buddhist koan.
Laugh as you may
The moon will leave
Without a notice
We'll be without
Another day.

The dissonance in the air
leaving car crashes and birthday bashes in shambled states of stasis
smiling bits of shrapnel suspended in howling fits of laughter
smoldering hordes of children melting under summer suns
all while a paramedic belts out birthday songs
and a clown juggles displaced screws and cogs.
Disasters and dances have more in common than
dispatchers and discjockeys.
Adam B Feb 2010
Why do we continue to persist?
With dreams of grand schemes and the right to resist?
Is it worth the constant struggle?
When we’re no longer sure of tomorrow? Foresight sees trouble.
Does this life eventually pay off?
As we waste away with every passing day..
With a blood filled cough, sore thumbs, back pain with a mind full of disdain.
Make way for the fire sale, it’s on it’s way.
Make way for the fire sale, it’s here to prey.
Make way for the fire sale, it’s here to stay.

Where will we go?
Shall we insist to exist?
Or persist to resist?
Choose a side, neither is right, neither is wrong.
It doesn’t matter much, they all sing the same song.
So sing the songs of darker days.
So sing the songs of devilish ways.
So sing the songs you think that can save you.
they don’t,
they can’t,
and they won’t.

Is it time to jump ship?
I’m running out of reasons to stick around.
Who’s the captain of this trip?
Man, if I ever met him, I’d shake his hand with a fist full of spit.
and tell him to his face about how much of disgrace he brings upon this place
Man, if I ever met him, I’d let him know just how much he brings us down
and feed him my opinion until he’s forced to frown.
Man, if I ever met him, I’d cut him down, oh man! would I CUT HIM DOWN!
Man, if I ever met him.......
Man.. if I ever met him....

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