Monday 8 November 2010

Quiet (and Still)

It's a tall order; A to B; it's a lark, a game
Do you suppose it's completely god-less?
Of course it is - I think
It seems so; endurance in enemies retreats
and long, white lines of enlightenment
You warned me they would be "missed"
Another prophecy, told long after its truth
Wayward and blowing across toilet seats
in old and barren nightclubs
It’s contrived

Choose what to lose; before it’s gone
Don't break it down into smaller thinking pieces
It needs to escalate; provoking wanted insanity
amongst wandering tree-less happy homes
Choose when to go; before you leave
Don't linger in unstable spaces too long
Nothing is here; it's all there
inside real life, dying astral epics*laugh

Seek out the trip; the one you want
there is no stage - just a hidden quiet
a silence - the moment before rapturous applause
Take a bow; show your achievement
it's the same as yesterday - throw a six everytime
you're still on A; the largest square; the biggest whore

A bargain, a short journey, a narrow slide
backwards - returning to a womb that no longer feeds you
[nor tolerates your crap - do you care?]
Throw another, fill your mind; toxic escape routes inside
and blissful dreams of sinking; lose it; you chose it well
Tilt your head for a stranger perspective
Throw it back for the want of your souls cry
all within a room
That looks just like so many others



~ SRWB 2010

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