Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Monday, May 06, 2013

Walk Right Out

i said goodbye to the monuments of madness
i waved adieu to the shrines of the insane
i tipped my hat to the monitors of mischief
that sit on the porch inside my brain

i wait for dusk to wipe away the hunger
i wait for night to silence all the pain
i hope to meet all the paupers at the banquet
i've been told they will be dining on sugar cane

walk right out
walk into the mystery
walk right out
stomp into the night
walk right out
and do a little tap dance
rake your toes
into the shifting sands

i drive to the top of crumbling tectonics
i go to the edge of the estranging plates
i sing songs at the end of the continent
i play along for the established rates

i lift my trowel and plant the last garden
i place the seeds in the furrows of our fortunate fate
i break my vows and copulate with sirens
when these grow they will lock up all the gates

(repeat chorus)

mad dances, sad trances
take your chances
take your fate





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