As tall as the shortest lie
That in between dusk and cries
That something without a name
Keeps on twisting inside your brain
Like…
Where the pall bears sing
And the oceans applause in waves
It’s the age of losing reason
It’s the Rabbit out of its cage
Begging my non-departure outside
The walls of a stranger’s funeral
Could never eat the sacrifice
Could never feel the sprains
All that is clean can be seen
Stretching all the way from
The tip of your nose straight
On forward to an illusion gleamed
It’s the firm hand of destruction
The gems of all diluted eyes
By the size of Cadillacs and
Smoky lensed cataract-dopes
It’s like the Rabbit out of its cage
Chewing on the stick of philosophy
And drowning in the twists and turns
Of the greatest illusion of them all:
“L I F E”
Is its name
And it’s upon
Your back today.
:: 05-21-2017 ::
