"These Pseudo Wings of Dov's"
Tiptoe the cobble stone silence,
Eye's bleeding in sweet exuberance.
Back-combed snarls collaborate
With tomorrow's laxisidasical yesterdays.
I fell awake in her sarcophagus midnight,
Blackness funded the paintbrush to
Create my everlasting lacerations.
I moon walked across a thread of sanity,
Questioning the present's ever-was.
Hollow strides and unknown blinks
Paved the golden walkway that
Soon was painted brick.
... -Shutter-
Reality forgot to feed that spoon
Full of sugar before impatient truth.
I ran away from the kiss of my lover,
His name echoed in memory: Conscious-is-is-is
We met back where we left off
... On the edge of misplaced sanity.
I met the opposition to heaven's
Direction; Hell must grace all that
Are down with it's insatiable presence.
I was to wed 10 minutes ago.
I said I do and this arranged
Marriage went on without a hitch
..................... but with a buckle.
Never has one straight jacket
Giggled in such mangled oblivion.
Child inside; Self, I don't want
Your executive suit and tie,
Aspiration and self judgment!
I'll breast feed along the insignificant.
I'll marvel at the minuet...
I'll marvel at this jackets accents...
Reaching for a glint of happiness,
Only to remember my hands had
Been wed to a fucking jacket!
B-but I want them, oh how I ever so do.
How I'd love just a moment to
Fiddle about with the light that
Danced forever on from a button
Into the pastures of serendipity.
I reach again ... nothing!
Ju-just give them to me!
Ripping at the binds of lost society,
Without a cause for an ounce of
Hope of attaining my petty pleasure.
Puppet masters and maestros
Gripping faulty wired tendons as
I sit tangled in my own thread of sanity,
Struggling to work this marionette.
Fucking Give Them To Me Now!
Let Me Play With Them! I promise,
Just for a moment... please
I felt the four walls of a padded
Cortex implode as debris
Spilled from the corners of two
Porcelain eyes in unison.
The room slit in hemispheres
As the heavens spilled from
The wall's gully onto the floor.
Sipping the ashes of despair,
I met an angel on the stoop
Of my forehead and fell in love.
She sang to me an Ode to never,
And never had I been so quick
Orderly: DAVE! DAVE!... Oh my god
To have certainty unravel his
Noose and drag me around
A blank theory into a world on non.
She kiss my lips with ocean,
But gently whispered... Dov.
I never felt much as one,
The clouds lost count as I searched
For the form of 9 in the sky,
But only came across eigthn'ahalf.
I've found Serenity, and for once
My marriage will embody free will,
Serenity, I love you...
Fly with me into the gully.
DAAAAAAAAAAAVE!
