you are a habit
addictive as nicotine
but far more lethal

Blessed be they, whose strings hum low and short:
These Notes are famous in earth and heaven;
More oft' than not, they frolic with echoes.
Blessed be they, whose strings hum long and shrill:
Waves they create run high and low and far
Finding another is about the wait.
The altos absent of vantage or base
Roll 'midst the others vying for a face
To harmonize in pitch, tenor, and bass.
Going up, going down, at any rate,
Means a change in the pace set for the race.
The question remains now, not high or low?
But will vicissitudes alter their fate?

I saw the Devil today
he was disguised as a human
dressed in brand names
exactly how I remembered
I hope he did not see me
fleeing through corridors
out of site
out of mind
nausea quickly paralyzed me
while the infection of his memory
consumed me from the inside out
but I have found a simple remedy
a quick fix to rid me of this ghost
take the blade and watch me spill
and eventually I no longer feel

From ivory towers
to the streets of Paris
the hopeful and hopeless
devour what they've gathered
they all want their chance on the parade
but on epsilon streets it only rains
erroneous stale induced calm
of tropical hibiscus and cool lemon grass
in neat little packaging
and the suits milk their crops
and shout
make me king!
yeah one day I'll be king!
and none of this will mean anything!
and the lions will all be tamed!
because they all want their chance
their chance on the parade
the young and the widowed
the lonely the echos
our self induced coma
oh god give him soma!
oh give him some functionality
his cold lips feel no reason to breathe
the reason
the treason
vociferous silence  
buy one get one free
or sit there in silence
because everything's on offer
there's nothing to scoff at
the birth of today
for the death of tomorrow