Oh let us till the middle ground!
between martyrdom and returning war
because the one will bring your words
as meat for angry mouths
and the other raw dead bones
in silenced starved millenia
I read the contradiction
between the cheek and the sword
but blow me down sister
sowing seeds of treachery
to make it all the realler
is some short term strategy
Did you read those bloody warnings back to front?
If translation’s anything it’s an art
and all the admonitions in the world
even without dripping icons of old adage
won’t make the tale come out
with a happy ending
Why does there seem to be
a story in this pattern,
alluding to the figures
of particle interactions?
Is this mere imagery
creeping into the vacuum,
or is stardust invading
our dreams’ refractions?
Copycat eyes
Copycat lies
Copycat cries
Time flies
Thick is the new smart
Don’t make me laugh
Strike ’em dumb with your flat-screen gun
and keep the camera rolling
First you make us tick
Then you make us sick
Then you make us kick
Then they lock us up
I think my mind may be full
or nearly so, that anything new
will displace an older strand
of fragments, and I’ll miss
lost spaces unremembered
And the hurt feels stronger
than the joy, as if my heart
is only made of words
And when my conversation dulls
this world one-sided view
I sieze upon each hint, that might
be your reply, hoping it’s not
just something manufactured
When I am done with dreaming
I will not wish to wake
to stale plates and dirty glasses
I would much rather be
looking at you,
looking at me
turning me inside out
with every breath breaking a new horizon
Oh dear what have I done?
I was just trying to mind my own business
Nobody told me
how uncertain this is
Oh dear what have I done?
Mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters
You only told me
it’s over by Christmas
Oh dear what have I done?
I left a poor soldier asleep on the mattress
He only told me
how sweet were my kisses
Oh dear what have I done?
I was just trying to mind my own business
You only told me
resistance was useless
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