School has melted
The face has aged
The pupils have their flesh robbed
Their bones are the tables
Geriatrics are the audience
Booing and applauding nonsensically
Life was a cake
A race for the icing
as the old drooled
School melted and mentors dwindles
We went from highrise living
Self interested lives
To digging other people's latrines
The shovel and mud
substitute the teachers
tables and books and computers no longer
just pink brown compact moist earth
on and on for years and miles
Gotten inside somehow
I dont know how long I've been here
Seems cozy enough
Thick jelly like walls
Holding these hopes desires illusions
The dream membrane
In somehow
Sitting with elbows on knees and pray hands until I become like time
Yes indeed,
many shadows hover in the background
For a taste of what I really am
What am i but a gatecrasher?
A man who shouldn't be inside your head
Wandering up and down
Through your bungled maps and flight paths
reasoning owned by emotion
Logic that coffee blot shape
Uneven borders different shades of stain
Over time I rush yet stay put
hissing in the paradox
Cozy inside the jelly shell
proding thoughts
provoking feeling
Digging in and camping deep inside you
chasing meaningless lights
symbols for mysteries you mind wants to ignore
reasoning as you do
sense is not found here
The sink inky black remnants
Of half drunken coffee
Poured out
Water has reached the mouth yet has not put out flames
Distant coastlines appear a single figure stains it
still see the sun struggling behind its cover
The man with fire in his mouth saluts it
None can tell whether it is rising or setting
whether there are words in the fire of the man
Can anything beneath his burning mouth be salvaged
The land will go up in flame
Is the warmth sinister even if it defies winter
If it melts snow and consumes despots?
Or merely an invention of a warped mind
A magic of a fierce will?
And if you finally reach the shore
will you recognise the land by its blackness
You begin to understand
Drowning is not about water
It was the gradual surrender
Your own judgement
To The mysteries
Accumulated until their combined wonder
Impossible to distinguish from your own existence
The endurance for strength
accommodation for love
Avoidance of conflict for peace
Ocean merely gave these private defeats
a physical form
Every wave carried another reminder
allowing you to drift from the tactile solid infrastructure of lies
one hundred meters beneath the surface
The wreckage of the ship certainty settles into the mud
A monster continues to move
It bellows far beaneath the waves
The creature patrols and lurks
It hides around the sunken structure
Patience older than the ocean itself
Occasionally pale shapes pass above
Disappearing before the eyes can establish what it was
The creature is centuries old it knows the shapes
It has been there all along
waiting for the next ship to sink
Walking back from the adventure
From the try hards and want to be's
Its good to know
There are no short cuts
Incoming trains
the nature of the railway
The carbonized steel indifferent
The lines come first the journeys always
No comedy
Platform unsteady
Mimick a bystander
You better adjust
A generator counterweight rises and falls
The train system so efficient
No easy way out of the station
I fell off willingly, scared but ready to go
People pretend to be something
They sing and dance in public
just to get a glance
Some cheap attention
For me there are colored walls
Piece of food and platic wrapped up
That is called leisure
Or living
But infact there seems to be no point to it
The gyms are full and the food courts too
The retail shops aggressive brightness
Human fishing human fishing approval
I walk away
I see this tacky distraction
which for most is the illusion of purpose
