gently fall now
go to sleep . . . go to sleep
it's what you want, anyway
too witless
to see what tumbles into your mind
when your psyche decides to take that funnel-trip
into the curlicue-recesses you hate to find
there, on the edge of your ear sits a world
some troglodytes wait to inhabit
two inches deep into the toe of a steep-mountain
waits a hirsute creature to unlock your marsh-dreams
outside the bulge-belly of your *sick-and-*******-fat judgment
stands an accosting evangelist to sort out your lovely-list of sin
a reticent boy reaches out to catch the flying-thing
between his fingers, he can feel the pulse of fright.. and he lets go
beyond the bland-sidelines of a mall's congested parking-lot
cries a pimply-teen, snotty-tears: get the hell out my head!
adolescent-parents make latent-choices born of lack
baby gets a cig-burn and unexplained accidental head-fall
a sufferer battles to survive the output of night-riding fiends
yet scoffs heartily at their existence in broad day-stacks
brother gabs to brothers, finds poor-sobriety in parochial world-eye
och, no matter - let little sister (s)weep succint-harmony
an unsettled-recoverer spits feverish some colourful flasher lingo-gobs
as nobody knows what threat he carries in his hacking-chest
busker-dreamer-***-star plays and plays to no-pay café-audience
it's called street-corner blues for those in the know
an ageing-dame tarries departure, yet smiles genially at all her guests
****, but are these flippin' noisy folk really related to me?
uninvited chap with wily-scythe comes by to help out some
only the sick can smell the rotting-book of his gaunt-art
there awaits a pestilence within dark-cartwheels you can't see
well, all because you're too blasted-blind to lick that-a crap-wax out!
(mind so asleep)
wake . . . UP...!
guess not, huh?
wait then.. until that moonlight slants your way again
and then, guess whose mind will be sweet-milked
and your fine-assurance be stunning-hostage
as you shut-down wide-open thoughts
the things you close debate on
in the dayyyyyyy-time..
better be ready
to daydream
into your
self
how elegiac a tribute then
to
the unwoken..
tất cả chúng ta ngủ..
S T - 25 ox-axe
axe ****** judgment of others..!
yeah, I think.. tonight - I'm a-gonna HOWL at that silent, mocking moon.. wake up all them sad and lonely-monsters inside.. I mean, who do they have to talk to.. ??
ok, relax.. joke!
ha ha, said the brown-cow.. mooooooh..
or.. I'll just smile politely.. again.. and wink at the night-sky :)
sub-entry: when
when will we wake up
to see
that the world is NOT
what we think it is
or what we see
when will we
wake UP..
and see that
the cloak is
so
heavvvvvvvvvvy.....
(nice self-imposed penalty.. just nice)