"feris" poems
Try as I might to find sense
theres so much confusion
among mankind so blind
to all the illusion
clocks, calendars and deadlines
time to go here, go there
pur your masque on to don
for the reality fair
yes, the reality fair
where everything is fake
not what you see but commodity
never give, always take
a ride for a buck
the crowded merry-go-round
plastic smiles for miles
across the desert town
I see a man standing in line
he thinks he's got it made
a bulging back pocket, a gold locket
and she's going to play his game
her with the hour glass
and a cup thats not real
a town of money and honey
on a neverending feris wheel
yes, its time to go now
go here, go there
put your masque on to don
for the reality fair
Nov 15, 2009
Nov 15, 2009 at 4:48 AM UTC
I am
listening to Save Feris.
I am
drinking wine from a Frappechino bottle.
Said wine,
is called Carnivor.
Heavy,
Biting,
Cheap.
I am
dressed in army pants
and my older brothers chopped up
childhood HD sweater.
Black leather boots, tight.
Pants bloused above.
I
did laundry today.
I cleaned the kitchen
and did the dishes.
I did the shopping
and
took out the trash....
It is winter
and it has finally snowed,
bitter cold.
Been mild so far.
Been,
tense
so far.
Healing
and
moving
Healing
and
moving
I dress for my battles.
I dress for chicago.
prepare for......
everthing.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC