Thursday 20 January 2011

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 


Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2010



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