Wednesday, September 17, 2008
- 9:48 pm
dont love me for the things i say, love me for the sense i forget to make- then make that love in a sense, for things to say
have it your way
no no no your going the wrong way; you got it all wrong, and then you turn and i realise that its not really you but instead myself outta me and im lookin back and everythings upside down and whoa! im not making sense. so yeah.
tom jones is crooning whilst out the door the black night looks back as though shrouded in smoke- its just a choking feeling and i dont know why; could it be said that we lack freedom? i know where i need to go, which direction i need to take; i need to get to america and start acting, but i cannot. no point ranting and railing, weeping and wailing; ill just sit back, grit and smile. you know. the kind of smile that tells you sweet little puppies are playing on your new silk sheets or your grandmas wedding dress she passed down to you; the kind of smile thats usually accompanied by a slight change in intensity in the eyes suddenly telling you that those sweet little puppies just piddled all down the sheets and one of thems humping your leg (bad boy! no wait. its a girl.).
everpresent, in front of everything it stays
and refuses to leave
ruminations of possibilities flying ahead as
i incinerate in the afterburn
sick from malady by man incurable
deciding for the initial discomfort be to be met with
and then thrown askew
its in the nature of man not to believe anything preordained as unbelievable; if a robber in pink lingerie flew past his face he'd say naw that couldnta happened, robbers dont wear pink lingerie. then his brain would work a bit more and go say, i like pink lingerie (no actually black and lacy rocks) before say perhaps if i chase him/her maybe- uh what was i thinking about? because our good old friend would have the attention span of a goldfish taken to spasms. we're all so petty and particular, such that if the world executed a huge double back flip to escape some stray asteroid, we'd all think the moon just flew off course a while. bad moon.
the way life just passes you by, the way it rolls on as if you were never there; and still i wouldnt know because thats not it. its a signal for change because my life always stopped and stared at what i was doing and went thataway; just that i was always a bit ahead of it. this is me in all of myself and wait and see, wait and see.
things work as they do as the past and future whir on by, incongrous with most of what you see before you; how could we have moved so far in the face of such ignorance and stupidity? and yet we have and so we rejoice.
this isnt something funny; this is something that perturbs me greatly; and no, its not the end of it.
too many followers with too little time makes for poor leading, apathy and disinterest, and strangely enough high levels of testosterone (especially if that leader happened to be our lingerie lobbying robber). and thats about it. goodnight stars; shine on bright,
youve been a wonderful audience
(a play in two acts although sometimes you seem a bit quiet)
fin