Down to the truth
Slim and paler than a concrete floor
Regain a sense of self
Morning is different, askewed by illusions
Diva realities will dance
Coffee leaves shake, berries are busy
Worshipping perturbations of the Megalopolis
This is not fraternity
Never examining unlikely accords
Platitudes to move people
A well designed rat race
It slips down into a drop of distilled anti-nostrum
Saps collective energy
They are crushing afflictions
Insensitive and cursed
Dog bounded from House
Gathered momentum
Leapt river
Lands in wine colored water
Into warm sulphur lake
Swam to that old pontoon
Climbed out, shook itself dry
And stared at the invisible phantom
Ten metres
It looked back
Eyes asking for applause
Then dived again
Swam ashore
Rubbed wet body against pants
Looked up once more
Searching for admiration
Owner emerged
Hungover
Despondent
Eyes scanning
Seemingly jealous
He turned away
Dog gave one last look
Before scooting off
Relevance
each moment and place begs it's relevance
Not from time nor land
But from the human desire for presumptive certitude
Yah relevance strive
The struggle of each of us to matter
In the eyes of some one else
To be the first to repeat the timid friend's joke
With just the right timing
Each endeavouring to be the leasher and unleasher of dogmatism
Thah relevance
Just to get an inch of skin under that limelight
A word or two on a microphone
For an audience obligated to applaud
Yet if relevance dictated, ferociously boo
How much do you matter?
Can you pick up pieces of yourself?
Among the debris of hubris
stitch together a conceit of badge
Verily relevance requires shards of authenticity
Little sellable pieces of yourself
Once gone, so much more expensive to re-acquire
Your category of overconfidence offers no protection
And your bluff will be called on every misplaced bet
For one moment has become the point of your existence
One moment of recognition was more worthy than everything
Starving for relevance
When today is gone you'll be nowhere
No string into tomorrow
you cna't carry what happened today
half kicking off the trail
like you want create your own
Courage is the most expensive human virtue
So back yourself back into the choreography
Swimming arms and an obedient disposition
We welcome you into a reality
Where you can think less
and just dance
like a braindead kangaroo
Tomorrow is offlimits
No rope to follow through
Just the ones tying you to today
To the sentiments of shallow hearts and minds
Cutting pieces off just to fit into the puzzle
Not able to see the whole image
luckily
because it is of one big fat turd
In the shade of five years old
Frost melt and damn how dark that shade is
Guiding these others into their silly games
When there was so much time
The way shade held that slippery frost
Cameron ran around the corner and slam
fell and hurt himself
but the game didn't stop
it was as if injury didn't qualify for anything
So cuts and swell were left to form
Other wise youd be forgotten
the way life would forget about us
So we had to play and find a way to stand out
to the limited souls around us
in the same illusion
Believing the same lies
Slipping in the ice where the shade was heaped
Putting on a puppy face to get something better to eat
Born for approval to move economies
Born to settle for less
Rub the authoritarian frog
Kiss him incase he bursts into a noble prince
Intoxicate yourself as he swells and releases venom
The brilliant illusions of the Dmt
make it seem like there is a prince infront of you
But it is the authoritarian frog
Waiting still for another kiss
For another flex of venom glands
To observe how the drug manifests
And then hop away leaving a place of placid calmness
to become a horrid chaos
Could you guess it was a certain wisdom of age
Teaching all the heavy stuff that a stubborn mind refused to acknowledge
The color of age
in its hands a diet hot chocolate
In its mouth a hundred pills
That will help fund a Mangione execution
Screaming you are in good hands
corn syrup drip
Some cheap painkillers and a document invalidating your claim
some out of dater using his last veto
to age you a little faster
so as you earn and save, burn and age
There will be no way to go back
The mistake carries through as history
each care will drift toward the hole in the form of a coffin
and be buried there under indifferent golf course grass
that screams for more light
more cash
More corn syrup
and above all more distractions
