Sunday, March 1, 2009

so glad this isn't current gossip

i guess i always see that jail scene
where she's wearing the A on her chest
and then they hang her in the park or atleast
throw stones at her worn out tattered clothing it
doesn't even hold a body anymore it
only shreads of doing the right thing and
then being chased
so glad this isn't current gossip
woo hoo exclamations and ectasy
every happy facet in life and pitter patter
rabbit feet on a trail to some desolation peak
where your heart drops like eyes to the ground, cartoon
eyes infatuated with your heart or persona -- aren't they
the same? i never know what to think when i don't get
nervous anymore -- i like that but i want something to
quake under pressure and demand explosion or atleast
tempt fate because he said it is all predetermined and i
haven't even established political prosady yet i
so much is about the packaging
i want you to know that i want
you to believe in yourself to not
need me or anyone else and to
not feel alone or like anyone's gunna
leave you or not have breakfast = let's face it
there's always gunnabe breakfast even it it's just the sun
and a broken egg yolk in a pan with some t.v.

i want to know about your dehydrated fountain bed that you stood
locked above in your prison
i saw your self frozen in time and lost
a tree that never blooms that part of your face
passion aint unknown to the free air and cherish is a lithia water facet

vaulted ceilings invite every experience and none at all
take chances to stab at a universal entrance
everything else takes far too long ( and DNA never changes)--
only you missed one part, the one that never discloses friendship