Parrot the Poet II

Friend and I commenting on another friend's Facebook status. My replies:

it's only anger

that falls from fingertips

too sore to sit back and relax

maybe break

into stanzas

when the wake is closing up

and the funeral procession

comes to a close -

all these doors that shut

in your face

make you feel out of place,

like you've been reduced to,

confused to

a state where up

is sideways

and black never knew white;

just a few degrees south of chaos,

but go long enough

and you'll never hit home again

my friend.

it's a blanket memory,

a statement of fact,

and you're alone again,

so that's that

there are no butterflies in the land of frozen time

because they've vanished

into the depths of the darkness

and you can't miss what you don't know -

you test the waters with your soul

and when the depths begin to rise

you find yourself lost in the eyes

of a human being

whose existence makes you find

the failings inside

and from yourself you're wont to hide,

except in vain

you slake your lust

in shining skies and pixies' dust

and sleep
because in sleep

are dreams and dreams

content to break your heart

and life's cement

until you drown

and wake

unto the world of faded blacks and blues

a softer

cheaper

duller

hue

like a play date of the older years

when tears

only fell

because the pretty girl down the street left you

after a pretentious marriage

in the backyard

then things got hard

after all the mud cake dried up

and her warm wedding feet got cold

so she sold out

and wandered off

down that same street;

parents always said she marched to the beat

of a drum

only she could hear

but of course you knew

by the end of your years together

it was only fair weather

a friendship built on loss

and gain

and never

ever

see her again

because she was gone,

son.

just gone

it's like i'm alone again,

like i'm home again,

and breaking again

from the inside

out

this face

is only a shout away from murder

and that's a lesser pain

than gaining ground

upwards again,

like the angels stretch to heaven

when they walk on earth

and the only god to worship

is the god who stops new birth;

the dead are walking in the skies

and down below you hear the cries

of failing,

just like sailing

across a lake of solid melt

like sandy edges of the delta

nile;

it'll be a while

until this case is solved

so put up your feet

and grab a read to wait.

the answers i bring should satiate

your loss

in a perfect world

the sun might be tame

and the weather too,

just blue skies

and sunny drives

along a shore of beaches

next to the endless summer side

but this world isn't perfect

and there's not much you can do

unless you want to give yourself up

and make the world face you;

remake the world in your own image

like a new god of humanity

until the sun cries deadly

and in starlight do you breathe.

there's only one way upwards

but far too many down

and when the lights are dying

i'm still the light you found

so locked away

and far away

and dead today

but tomorrow live

when friends have failed

and life is ailed

then come save yourself beside

i land on dry land

and sky land in my home

town of insanity around

and artifice is only part

of this

and maybe you're actually a figment

of my fragmented

imagination

a station waiting for a train to come in,

but we know where it's headed

this time

and we'll follow behind like the wind

and the sin

and the painful prick of pins

against bared skin.

it's a place when we can trace a life around

maybe up and down

and kiss the lists into place

with a trace of lipstick

on your face

from where the ending touched you

just when the beginning struck you

and you might have died

if i ever lied

and kept the truth from you

but still it's only ending

words

and still the sky is blue

empty times tables

on the clock

and empty lives

but take a walk

and up the street

go down the side

when lives are hard

just kill the bride

and bridesmaids dance

when dust is red

so sang the mockingbirds

overhead

and when the finches

came to say

the attic ledge

was going grey

and sent from heaven

might by chance

but only if

the words might dance,

and empty rooms

with empty beds

send visions of deadlock

through children's heads

and kisses kill

but guns make life

and sudden triumph

with floods are rife.

begin again

when endings fade

and make this life

what should have made

sense in ends

and sense for all

but never left

behind to recall

Fairytale Arrests.

ALICE CAUGHT USING "WONDERLAND"

CHICAGO - Child-star Alice was seen yesterday coming out of a well-known drug-dealer's house carrying a bag full of a white, powdery substance. The drug-dealer in question has bragged before that he only deals with a specific drug known on the streets as "Wonderland." The description of this particular drug fits the description police have received regarding the substance Alice supposedly obtained from the dealer yesterday morning. Later that same afternoon, a witness who has requested to remain unnamed, caught sight of Alice and a group of other girls taking the powder in large doses while running around and screaming wildly. It looks like out sweet little child star isn't as adorable a child as we all thought.


ROBIN HOOD - THIEF!

LONDON - Dangerous murderer and thief Daniel Robinson - more commonly known as "Robin Hood" - was captured Thursday during an attempted robbery of the Sheriff of London's private quarters. When questioned about the outlaw, the Sheriff expressed his opinion that Robinson's days of threatening the rich are now over. "Furthermore," the Sheriff added, "because [Robinson] has so many black marks on his record, our little popinjay will soon find himself singing a different tune as he faces a hanging from the gallows." After a burst of laughter, the Sheriff went on to explain that, due to the large number of offenses Robinson has incurred, and despite not having been caught at any of them, he will be hanged as a third offense criminal as well as facing the punishments for first and second time offenders. "Basically," the Sheriff said, "Robin Hood's going to get his right hand chopped off [as a first offense punishment] and then we poke both his eyes out as he screams [as the second offense punishment]." The actual hanging will be a public affair in the center of downtown London. The Sheriff has also extended an invitation to those who are coming to bring along picnic baskets and rotten vegetables.
In an exclusive interview with the accused, Robinson passed along this message:
"o-Tay ittle-Lay ohn-Jay and-ay ill-Way,
ou-Yay wo-tay ad-hay etter-bay e-bay ere-thay o-tay escue-ray e-may. It's-ay our-yay ault-fay at-thay I'm-ay ere-hay in-ay uh-thay irst-fay ace-play."

News flash.

One last silence in the elegant curtain of velvet night. Why is it always nights? Midnight, no less. Midmorning might have been a better beat for your heart. You were there. I saw your spirit there, grinning like all hell was loose. Sneaking out of heaven, are we? Dodging the angelic prison guards. We talked this over once before, when you said religion was the sin. I'm still going to school but no loner do I pray. A cross still hangs on my wall but He's gone from it. Criminal, the convict who dared declare himself. You're grinning, aren't you?

Yes.

Yes, I did.

Because you told me to.

No... It's in the attic. And him?

I killed him.

What do you mean, Heaven is real?