... If rape or arson, poison, or the knife
Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff
Of this drab canvas we accept as life—
It is because we are not bold enough!
- Charles Baudelaire
(Roy Campbell's translation)
"a mile or more in a foreign clime, to see farther inside of me" - syd barrett
But I sold my freedom
For free room and board,
Like a monkey in a zoo. - Daniel Johnston

Sunday, April 22, 2007

spray paint ...

spray paint upon the wall
till light steals away it all
cry laughs of a time bygone
till the air can't carry it on.

Ride through the wild forest shires
through dead leaves and naked fires
Till the day asks for a break
sips a drink up, down the lake

Torch of stone in hands ablaze
The right of wrong in hands betrayed
I have seen it in those eyes
Colored truth over white lies

You murmur your excuse
As i bleed into disuse
Cant even let out an angry shout
the words crumble within my mouth

Leaving out through the door
Walking into my indoor
Looking up with a weary eye
at darkness hitching through the sky

lets out a painful empty roar
the cat caught inbetween my writhen door
With the silver lining on its feet
Fading away with the reigning sleet

Lives like these alike and known
laying in our cozy home
And as the light bleed out of the den
The spray is speaking my words again.