Out of the bedroom window I looked
At the story seamed like paint splatters before me
Squandered in Monday grays and heavy lidded beams,
Skinny trees half pirouetting with the Northern master ,
Wet linens like rainbow dilettantes in their nylon pole slumber beds,
The wide sheet that overlooks all now turns in orange luster
That mundane truth from the pink sill (I see, I see)

An electric post stands above the swampy rice fields
A modern mammoth, the millennial miser
Perched in its lumpy wires birds mirrored each other like a pair of stilts
Whispering like Romans in spite of a forgone Caesar (political and free)
That mundane truth from the pink sill (I see, I see)

The night creeps like the batting crickets in the yard
Harmonizing in crooked ears a silly little hum
What I had heard when I was ten, as how everything had
Become known strangers scraping at the back of my pendulum
That mundane truth from the pink sill (I see, I see)

Out of the bedroom window I looked
At the story seamed like tell tale signs before me
The spit on a once young fool's clarity
Sealed in tight frames perennially set in a single motion
The old withering passenger squirms in his dinghy
Tides of chaos hooding that rage against the universal engine
That mundane truth from the pink sill (I'll see, I'll see)

Don't keep me in a certain way
I'm alongside the jostle of flight and fury

Don't keep me in a certain way
Such that maroon felt books
lined like maps in highbrow mahogany shelves
feel like my skin

Don't keep me in a certain way
Such that pink, frills, tea and scones
Labor me prim and proper
A stranglehold to the lady that I am not

Don't keep me in a certain way
Such that stern conveys me
As it does the hands of your other slaves
(Your perception does not enslave me either)

Don't keep me in a certain way
Such that the course to my vitality and "I"
do bore me terribly
(it is starting to weather so)

Don't keep me in a certain way
Such that notebooks with lines
Become tyrannical and pretentious
To my sloppy written chops (they go everywhere)

Don't keep me in a certain way
Certain, certain (everything is)
It goes against me
Make me its enemy
Because I'll never be a certain way

1: People are so imperfect
How does one forgive such unforgiving truth then?

2: **Well, you just got to learn to accept them

Holding myself together like tape with undone adhesive

You are loose in places unscrewed as a child.

Church bells tolling like risen gongs from ancient catacombs
The bells latched onto the conscious like anchors in shifty sand
Pulled me in between a stage of a ghost-like pantomime
Funny, funny fellows, followers of fools
It rhymed like pretentious poetry over my head

I'd wonder: those tails that wag the rope to beat
Do they move with the words of one or the smell of a thousand?
Are the hands that wiped the pews flawless
Bound to the secrets of the stained glass,
The shadows of the curled tongues in white gowns?
Like velveteen doves in rigid frocks?

Temples, do not confuse me
For a gatekeeper who keeps watch and never enters
I have locks to hear and ears to think
Those bells strike in the same places,
Invade everyone's Waterloo like a Napoleon possessed

Chartered vessels to dock in the legs of heaven
(Though horses on crusades know more than we do)
Knees scraped from worship all day long
But the marble stage tinkered on
Can only say so much for the hungry
Who raised their hands and never thought why