Being Forgetful
The universe is just a memory…everything we are is what we remember…if we don’t remember it…it didn’t happen…the stars we see…they too are but memories of our past…all is memory…
step into my mind
look behind what you find
hidden in a deep dark place
a memory, a tragedy, misanthropy, and you
nestled in a bleeding scar
lighted by a falling star
you find my desire
my revolution—in you
base me turn me inside out
shower me with kisses, dry me off with doubt…
December 27, 2007
And soon you’ll fall down to Earth…
The Lord of the Flies
I look down upon you
But from where do I stand?
On shoulders of giants?
Through eyes of a man?
In empty places forbidden?
Or places you’ve seen?
Perhaps in a memory or maybe a dream…
errant thoughts give you away
Kicked down the street you say
In bottles and stone
Huddled en masse to find you’re alone
Don’t run
You can not
Don’t cry
You will not
For the Devil himself
Has cast you this lot
So pray to the crutch, the pill, the device
While all things beneath you bid on your price
And heed not a warning not a bit of advice
As those that shall have you, shall have you on ice
errant thoughts lead you astray
Know that the Naked dance for but a few eyes
The Under, the Over, and the Lord of the Flies
December 21, 2007
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