Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2006-01-17 01:38:00

Monday

Oh how we wept in our beer
When you raged
And beat the world with your chest
And the shudders of your apple-ripe tongue

I wanted to lick from your eye
To savour in half-formed tears
A world in a fallen mirror
How bitter, how poisoned it would taste.

And who amongst us did not scream
To be heard and approved
Round that sticky square of wood?
Call us slaves,

We conquered the world.
Revolted
Threw down our spears and broke our staffs
And cast aside our lives in so many ways
For so many words

For so many gentle glances
And the simple chance
Collision of two knees
Where we kneel.

We would not be free
To disperse from this place.
We would not like to leave.

An unechoed heart is unnatural here.
Too many gallons of the stuff that makes
Two set of pupils meet
Have flown through the water of this place.

We have found the place where we cannot be alone,
While it rains outside, we escape the cold.

And it is easy for us, around so many easy minds
To curse and rail
Spit and spite the world we cannot touch. It is easy in here
Where we control things.

We cannot direct beyond this door. We must set loose
The dogs of our creation
To fly from us
To fly
To no longer heed these heartbeats.

Oh give me your mouth.
Give me but one moment of your voice,
One glimmer from your eye
And I would echo through your world.

I would move your mind through all the winds
Through all the bark and all the blood
And shudder through the brick and stone and blindness.

We could make things clearer then.
Speak loud enough to move the stars

And what pattern would we make then,
What great message should we spell?

I feel it turn beneath me, no simple thing to say
To raise this up, to clean us,
And it is all I can do
To turn to you and smile.