Damn it all.
This is driving me mad.
Like dogs and Englishmen
under the broiling summer sun.
I do not enjoy summer.
Slow shimmering burn
of your clingy moist heat.
I do not enjoy simmering cremation.
The rancid smell of my sweat oozing
between bodily cracks and crevices.
Clearly I am no Sam McGee for
I truly believe:
It is much nicer to have ice
in my boots and toes.
This is my song
It isn’t very long
In fact, it’s kinda short
Cause this is all I wrote.
I could have made it longer
But then it would be even wronger
Cause then this damn song
Would be way too long
And now that I am done
I must say it was rather fun
This reble act of creation
Brought me much elation
Fini.
Funny.
Run.
no matter how stable
no matter how calm
somehow you manage
to turn it all wrong
one moment we’re laughing
the next moment you’re gone
leaving me to wonder
where I really belong
I don’t need the turmoil
of a daily crisis du jour
where the sad end result
is this same tired song
no matter how crazy
no matter how odd
somehow you expect
I’ll just go along
Well here’s a surprise
for you to enjoy
I’m done with the battles
I’m sounding the gong
I’m escaping your vortex
that is keeping me down.
Nominally normal
generations of degenerates
germinating
Again
and again
and again.
Wild seeds
dispersing freely
without preconception
Replacing the complacent
With the unconstrained
The river is never the same
and neither are we.
I promised you nothing
and I promptly delivered
exquisitely forged
wrapped in leftovers
from the Emperor’s new robes
You remain unhappy
hungry with expectation
in the same way my cat
greets each morning
full of purring and rubbing
mewling to have
your emptiness filled
I promised you nothing
and you promptly begged
for just a little bit more
offering me nothing in return
The truth is
your honey nothing
is better than mine.
