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I’m tired from this frantic day Of shape-shifting into villains For each blurred passerby I’m parched and tongue-tied From belting out the songs Of distant battles, When my own themes Are ensnared deep within
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A set of red footprints Have carved their way through to my conscience, Laying claim To this towering frame of afflictions The hero has no weapon They stride higher up Into lunacy’s den, Upright and unafraid
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I’ll pay for these passing joys As I ought to Tomorrow With hellfire burning In these bloodshot eyes With the spoils of war Rushing from my entrails I’ll learn Then unlearn, In a fool’s maddening rush
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Today every thought of mine Is a quivering mirage, Given color and sound By a demented sun All I believed to be sure Become rolling bluffs To be cleaved apart By a nightly breeze They’ll return to form tomorrow When the pearl-grey dawn Has ashed away
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I lived through her cyclones, Blended To a senseless pulp Flowing slow and easy In a lovesick daze I lived To rush free Beyond the whirlwind’s reach Drawn to the open sea Where a new storm awaits
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Yes I’m ready for the flaming hearth All the pelting hailstorms, To bloat beyond reason On stuffing and ham Yes I’m ready, To bundle away my flaws Safe and snug against the cold Yes I’m ready to shudder On the long journeys home In barrages of rain, Love-struck and deranged To huddle among family Through…
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The evils of the night before Have scattered in a blast, Scorched out of being By a silver sun I was freed by first light Uprooted, Sent soaring In its fiery wisp Tomorrow I’ll crash Upright in regret, Pinned in place Once again Before the night reels me in
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Where do I turn In this maze of crazed line-breaks? Contorting my mind Until it mirrors its mayhem When is the song meant to fall Unreeling into silence? When do the notes start to stall Then fade out with grace?
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Her home is now a fading glimmer Burned into the asphalt, Charred to deep shades Of black, white and grey The villainous fumes Still live on the prowl In each summer night’s breeze Retelling their crimes
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Grasping each day At the hem of a lifelong ghost Has it all been a waste? Clamoring Reaching, as I’ve been taught To feed the illusion To preserve myself Who I’ve perceived for so long My arms start to quiver Someday they’ll relent And fall to my sides In permanent peace No longer meant to…
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