the ease of counter-revolution
subatomic
confabulation
conception
in the eye of the beholden

the blaze of misinformation
malnutrition
digression
I’m speaking of obsession

As I am haunted
As I am human
As I am aware of my own awareness
or lack
but i realize
yes, i realized

this green green grass
this green green grass
and the little girl said
the little girls said
it looks the same shade from either side of this proverb
this proverbial white picket fence
and mother laughed
out of rhythm
and the band played on
out of tune
but no one could hear
and they all smiled
smiled just the same, just the same as the green green grass
and the birds took flight
toward the intangibles of life
the sky light windows atop the big green hill
and the angels sang
the angel sang
i can see! i can see!
i can see for someone put me atop this christmas tree

you could say
i know something of absence
you know i could say it any way you like

all my sorrow
all my life
i never thought it would come to this

ladies dancing half-hearted benign smiles
i think it can’t just be physical
blinded ladies with cheeks round but pointing, pointing out
lustrous ails
the lady now with curls instead of scales
how beautiful death looked
on faces meant for sea and leisure
painted all shades of rainbowed madness
marriages of body and carriages of soul
2 decades from god
and i am still fumbling for the wings
unnerved to say the least
for you cannot decipher sacrifice
with a finger amd a thumb
i only know
i will be one of them someday