Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Thursday, December 8, 2011

A PILE OF RUST

a pile of rust
a pile of dust
rotting in the rotten world,
so,
heretofor
my mind wired berzerkly
as with a brain with no food to feed,
we have been abandoned
with no form of former reality left to fend...
The fruit trees spoil
the gardens whither
august's thought yield no comfort nor yield,
we are kindly the abandoned kind.
But the weather entices and slithers down my senses
as i think for a moment i could put back together my mind.

a pile of dust
a pile of rust,
whithered, desperate, disparate,
detached,
no home
free to roam
in the most post-glacial wilderness headspace we could ever pray to have.

a pile of dust
a pile of rust
the city is insane as i am
the folks eat each other alive
the spaceships crash landed in nowhere AMERIKA'

once again;
a pile of dust
a pile of rust
hell no, we was hardly ever kin;

and THIS will be therapy in the 4th dimension;
a pile of dust a pile of rust;
when i write this i can make my sadness look like whatever i want,
now ain't that fuckin' somethin'?!

a pile of rust
a pile of dust
seatbelts strapped on, now for this ride we are truly locked in;

a pile of rust
a pile of dust,
now let us begin!

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