we all lack the gumption to stop our mass consumption. We don’t wanna die, but (loop)
our world: aster, goldenrod, storms and sweaty swelter day
stick out your tongue, taste the spiral way
swoop round to the beginning
each thought relenting
spinning through the loops
till the end of time is none
home is where you wish to be
dreaming out and in
to touch the
home is where you wish to leave
(loop)
the snails’ game of turning inward
the fists’ way of curling out
must we always dance around?
release the knot!
the memory of bitter laughter
tears jerked huh hiccups
got you nailed
hammered
to the body
you wished were someone else’s
left on the ground to die
the wretched louse
lying there, complaining
puking chartreuse
lift your head, blink your eyes
pull the old switcheroo
get up,
walk down the street
find a new
mewling in a box
in the rain
to take in
and deflea
take the needle off the record
have a great big nap
Then BOOM,
Surprise, you are still here.
Too bad.
(loop)
