Touch me with normality A childhood I never had I too might have stood aryan In the seeding grasses Applauded by the bigots Who sneer at the sight of me Age is no comfort Indeed the options narrow The prison door is closed Locked by their prejudice And my simple desire To live, in a different way We cannot conform Indeed the options narrow
In the academy we sat Learned, like fools We read predictability as if it were wisdom My head bows I see sunlight glint Across the wooden panels "If only we were free. " Such a timid, whisper against the scratch of pen Two thousand years these histories have been documented Equation and formula Static laws I turn from my books, volumes lay empty And so too is the academy Whatever life there might have been within Has slipped away, into the sunlight
Petulance is a pretty girl Dabbling on the river's bank Alice holds posies Sensual rosaries The daisy chain The daisy chain Hunger child and lazy brain Petulance is a pretty girl Dawdling by the river's bank She squashes cold matter from the head of a tiny newt What is that if it is not grey?
Darkness is a game we lazily play We suck on paradise as we would the peach stone All is extracted but the life Childhood dreams cursed with the filthy garbage Of realization So clean in imagination Clear as memory So clean in imagination We hide in the gaps as if their use as shitholes was Unknown to us
Oh how we laughed at awkwardness and inability Stabs in the back of consciousness We saw the pigs stranglehold our comrades And ran sickened from the scene Some remained to share Nausea. Nausea We were invited to the cocktail party And suffered loathsome toasts We tasted the melancholy And the awful empty laugh of the socialize Nausea Get back. Get back Get back. Get back Tasteful slants of teacup Finely pointed fingers Skywards Is this a warning? Nausea
And if on my blood you created this free society, what then? Would your stupid petty prejudice still push you into Maliciousness? Isn't the earth already at peace? Are not we, as separate personalities, the only Warning faction? I suggest togetherness Proclaiming my love and compassion Will you make that into commodity Asset and possession?
We trained in the art of tragedy Taking sidelines, consumed by its ethic Consumed, oh consumed We announced amnesty Saw ourselves as reflections Oh my military boy Swathed in darkness and death We searched out each others name In the horrid graveyard Consumed, oh consumed
If you stop (me) and ask, "what now? Where now? " Do you really expect an answer? Is it not simply your own conscience from which you seek A reply? I can only say this or that And hope that we might strike a common chord Meanwhile we learn more of ourselves And parts of each other
We ate vanity pancakes Amused by our self-image Who'd have thought it possible That the chimps could brew their own tea?
Those dark shadows move as if guided by some hand Where the sea beats mercilessly on the shore There is the security of the land At the sea's deepest point there is often a strange calm