Inkblots cloud the sky
Inkblots murk the clouds
Inkblots envelop words
With their drops of black destruction

An inkblot falls on a painting, a drawing, a writing, and it all drowns up.

Pressing buttons,
Hitting switches,
Flashing lights,
Strobing sounds,

"Decorum! Decorum!" she cries,

No use. They are all within His spell.

When you force me to bow down,
When you force me to bite my tongue,
When blood spurts out my mouth,
When tears squeeze out their ducts,

I like to pretend I'm standing on a stage.

Some people say it makes it worse;
Some people prefer picturing a small empty white room,
But I like to think I'm in a theater of sorts
Acoustically engineered; soundly designed

Whatever I say ricochets off its concave domes
And comes back, piercing me de part en part,
Yeah, it hurts.
Pain echoes from wall to wall, ceiling to floor, dimension to dimension,

But at least there I can sing,
I can scream and shout,
And the world will know,
The globe will spin and reel and raise its arms.

Then, the orchestra falls, the walls crumble, the illusion shatters
And I am back in the world of the unheard.

Sometimes I try to sing at the top of my lungs but--
Nothing will ever come out
The Muses ripped out my vocal cords.

They leave me in deafening silence.

--

It was a sad life, because I could hear the Muses fine,
I just couldn't say a single thing.
It was as if God gave me wisdom to cure mankind but--

I can't sing it, I can't scream it from the rooftops,
I can't tell it to the world,
I can't whisper it to myself,

I live in an opera where nothing reverberes.
I live in a concert where no one claps,

I live now, today, evermore.

One morning I woke up,
Just like usual, except,
The most beautiful music was ringing from all around me,

So I took off my headphones,
It was still booming,
Electrifying,

So I took off the earbuds
(From under my headphones)
It was still thundering,
Echoing,

So I thought,
Must be the radio,
And I shut it down--
Still there,
Still singing.

Must be those
*******' neighbors
So I went and
Kicked down the door,

Nope, they're all
Cold and blue.

Must be those
*******' kids
Across Amsterdam Avenue,

Nope, they're all cold
And blue.

Then I looked up,
From the middle of
Amsterdam Avenue,
"Maybe it's God,"
I thought,

So I looked past the clouds and into the heavens,

Nope.
God was dead and
Blue.

I walk home confused and I open the door and stare at the mirror and
The voice, the music, the
Harmony,
It was all me.

For a second there I forgot
What the human voice has wrought.

They harass me,
They hound me,
They tease and pester and
Beleaguer me

You know what?

I don't know who I love, and that's o-kay.

Nowadays,
Society has these expectations
They want you to love
But what's love worth if you always have it?
Why do I have a problem if I'm not in love?
Why do I have a problem if
I haven't won the lottery?
Love should be something rare,
The pulchritudinous needle in the haystack,

Maybe we've got'
To take a step back;
Maybe this obsession
(With obsession)
Is just diluting love,
Turning thick red blood
Into worthless cursèd water.

When I love,
I'll scream it on the rooftops
I'll holler to the heavens
I'll thank God, I'll curse God,
I'll be running around roaring
Declarations of Love

But not now--now, I don't love.

And now, I'm fine.

There was once
This
Girl

She was like
an
Hourglass

She had big brains
She had a large
*****
And she had those Buns O' Steel

But she had
No
Heart

Sometimes I think
We speak different languages
Yours is so thick and harsh and punc-tu-a-ted,
And mine, mellow and soft and op-en-heart-ed.

When we walk around, people stare and glare,
Looking at some interracial couple
From the nineteen-twenties'

But you know what?

They're just freakin' tone-deaf;
Our harmonies are way too
Avant-garde

Fasten light
Seatbelts on,
Tables raised,
No smoking,
Here we go--

Son of G-d,
You set us here for one
Simple
Reason

Slow down the light,
Dim its rays,
Bend them through
Some prismatic callus

Otherwise, it shines.

Flips a book, turns on the lights,
The man is blinded.

Wind blazing
Cheeks soaring
Lips burning
Free-falling

Mamma mia;
Here we go aga-in

Up there in the clouds
It's always big murky shrouds
'Till I meet your frown

One look; a bell tolls
Two looks; the hourglass falls
And I jump back down

Oh, Mamma Mia;
Here we go aga-in

The drop's great fun and games
'Till you reach five-nine-ty feet
Then you pull the latch and strings
And the canvas swirls its wings

We enlace
A deadly embrace

Boom
Splat
Broken feathers

*Oh, Mamma Mia;
Here we go aga-in

Wind blazing
Cheeks soaring
Lips burning
Free-falling...