Dante stroked the frontal lobe,
to know just how low to go
Move forward counting slow,
cerebellums, euphoric explode
So cerebral as cortex implode,
the inferno, an inviting abode
Hang coats, enter and stroll
we will show you how low to go
GREEN
Green is his parade
Crown about town
Cobwebs of what didn't
One for no admittance
To join is forbidden
Green, so very deep
The meeting, oh so brief
Green was his parade
Never, I disengage
Shoes
To the dead man in the street.
With updated shoes on your feet.
What did you see? Who did you know?
How did you go? I wish you were asleep.
The memories you keep.
The past you've render free.
Still occupying space.
Your future a nameless face.
To the dead man in the street.
Sometimes II
Sometimes black, sometimes gray
Only a little while, no one stays
When you're seen, some may stare
Some won't bother, afraid to care
Many may follow, sometimes few
Willing and unwilling, parts of your crew
Stone garden, stowed marble and moss
Shared words, song of silence and loss
There you wait, and then open
Soft quake, an undeniable fate
Onlookers captive, 'til delusive escape
Sometimes black, sometimes gray
Flesh
It’s worn inside out, this flesh
I stay away from guilt, this flesh
Other worldly and slight, this flesh
Kind and withdrawn, this flesh
Inside out, temporarily mine
Of the divine, deciding my time
Inside out, calm to the touch
Eyes blistered, body failed
Flesh
It’s worn inside out, this flesh
Covered in other’s views, this flesh
Dismantled and quieted, this flesh
Still, I stay away from guilt, this flesh
Bone
It came down, to me and stared
The sky was bare, the air unclean
Nothing left, of what was once
The sky was bare, the air unclean
Here is staved, there’s no soul
Away, away, there’s only bone
You came down, without your crown
Your tears were kept, to gain your prize
Here is where, the body dies, where pain is gained,
the bone that ties
Here is staved, there’s no soul
Away, away, there’s only bone
We’ll come down, when time tells us
That all is done and once is gone
We’ll come down, without our crowns
Our tears swept by, our lasting lies
Here is staved, there’s no soul
Away, away, there’s only bone
Can
Can you come and sit with me? A case of brevity.
Can you come and kneel with me? So little levity.
Can you come and weep with me? Grasping to be free.
Can you come and lay with me? My sanity to keep.