The kings and the sirens burn
By the end there's no more to learn.
The aches and the bruises heal.
What does a rash reveal?
All disappear.
Same time next year.
The ogres of discontent
Order the boys to repent.
The love thieves conspire to meet
In dreams they rewind, repeat.
They all disappear
And yet they're still here.
Back in suburban hell
The dreamers play kiss and tell.
They bathe in a foam lagoon.
They pray they'll be back there soon.
All disappear.
They remain near.
The wives and the earners frown.
They can't tie the kid's dreams down.
Their murderous orgy play
Will always invade the day.
All disappear.
Same time next year.
Horizons whitewashed with lust.
Anxiety crumbles to dust.
Love is the common good.
And why are they scared of flesh and blood?
All disappear.
And yet they're still here.
A gulf of an open heart.
A prairie to build to build your art.
A bayou to break your voice.
A cabin to exercise your right to choice.
All disappear.
They remain near.
All disappear.
Friday, 1 June 2007
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