an inch or a mile
or a simple smile
or Peter Rabbit
or deadly habit
pull the lever
just be clever
slit your wrist
never try to resist
new world order
with just one border
without a fence
or gaudy opulence
just an open wound
a fierce desire
are you black or brown
or professor or clown?
never mind your history
it all remains a mystery
in this world with no past
an invisible cast.
Welcome to the new world, Comrade!
You'll own nothing and be hungry.
Colors faded cushions shot.
Our mom and dad thrones.
All used up and gone to a
better place. Old things are
dismissed forgotten ridiculed.
Dumps and graveyards are
overflowing. Remember us.
Tiny dress and **** me shoes
bring me back from the dead.
I was sleeping in a graveyard
inside the cavern of my head.
You made my heart beat again.
It throbs wild like a beast
hungry for the promised sin
starving for a siren's feast.
I'm ashamed of my affliction
through no fault of my own.
My life's been lived in parts
watching from the dark alone.
Afflicted. Conflicted. Addicted.
Betrayal. Portrayal. Burial.
I've been drinking
since you died and
left me talking to
myself for comfort
I just can't find here
anymore with your
your touch is gone.
We've all gone crazy lately.
I don't wear a tie or cut my hair.
I smoked some hash and lost my
mind a little bit. Save me from
a world I don't recognize anymore.
I dress like a clown and eat drugs
to keep me up and down and level.
Friends are straight or hippies each
seeking their very own Nirvana and
I walk a tightrope above them all.
The world lost its center and we lost sight of God.
I'm barely awake from a dream. I
need to call home. 6 Alcott Lane,
Greenhills. Is my room still there?
Is the Xavier pennant still nailed to
the wall, and Christ on the cross?
That room was my growing up womb.
I found my *** in that room. I puked
beer in that room. I played with my
plastic super heroes in that room. I
was sent to that room when I told my
parents that I got Kathy pregnant.
I know there's no going home.
I wrap my arms around my tears
raining upon my misery. I'm in no
position to make demands. I beg for
you to unfold me upon myself until
they see the real me as you did. You
knew me with Virginity before you
took it from me and left me to bleed
from the wound that never goes away.
It never shows mercy. It cheapens me.
It leaves the smell of blood perfume.
It has to be shedding just another of society's burdens. We're all born into unknown worlds. We play as children and go to the same public schools and assimilate and are best friends and turn the giant wheel of a generation.
Trees dressed in their white cotton finery
Sun won't melt it away just yet
They bask in the winter sunshine
The fashion show a feast for the eyes
Warming the souls of those who have shoveled two storms so far
There, in the
tide pool, dappled by
the sun, is birth and death,
and the spark that continues.
It leaves mankind in a wake of regret.
What have I to do with the albatross
Or sea lion?
I can but write, while they fly and roar.
I gaze upon the Pacific from this rock,
all its mysteries and grandeur.
I am inferior, while it forever reigns with
every wave and break of light.