Silent thunderous flash and blink
awake into another vision
melting lucid in realization
of a world of simple repeating gestures
all the former things unending held
soft, unfocussed what could be
forever in this gentle bed
until alarmed my heavy head
strikes the work day morning square
to live a truth I am aware
fails to compare to the dream.
A lone thought in the wind
Spark blinking in mind
a Tesla snap across the great synaptic perhaps,
A momentary lapse in the carefully constructed meditative
The birdsong stops as the engine revs
And the spinning starts
Mental handbrake turns in the snow of scattered crystallized drops of frozen liquid memory,
My face is distorted in the turning.
And untold plans
Hand over hand in the darkness.
Following scents and sounds
On this fickle ground
As soft as your vaporous presence.
I have to wonder
Where this path might lead,
The silence leaves me too much time to think.
The darkness brings me to my knees,
Time and again
Hand over hand
I get back up,
Get back to trusting.
I hope you know what you're doing,
Time and again,
Hand over hand,
You know what you're doing.
(I can only hope)
The cutting edge never felt so safe
As it did in your hands as you built me up
To the highest of rooftops then sliced me to shreds
And dangled my bedraggled mind from the ledge
The howling wind never felt so calm
As it did in my ears when you waved goodbye
With the hand that had held me so high and so hard
Turned soft as your pity filled smile from afar
The solid ground never felt so sure
Running into my arms like a long lost lover
Spearing my thoughts with its soul searching gaze
Shattering bones in its forceful embrace
The lonely road never felt so crowded
As it did with my head and my heart shared around
Chill winter rain washing the ground where I lay
Blowing clean through my soul as they took me away
My (final) resting place never felt so disturbed
As I, in my eternal bed in the air
Find myself bound and ******* to the post
As smiling you endlessly toy with my ghost,
As endlessly smiling you toy with my ghost.
This one works best in performance, or even just read aloud.
It's 1:23 in the morning
I'm sitting in the darkness of my room
My computer playing Radiohead's
"How to Disappear Completely"
On my left, while
The rain falls heavy on the
Ground outside the open window
On my right as
The poster in front of me
I think its about time I chose the brighter path
— The End —