“sneak upon the moon”

for now, i had just imagined my best friend’s eulogy
it was this crowd shrouded in disbelief
it’s quite a soul to take my god, mind you
he means what the light and night mean to you, oh god
and now you have us standing here beneath a tent
a hole in the ground with an iron wound casket without grace
his soul was beatiful, and like a voice shined springtimes
my god, what have you of it
i shall confess he wanted it to go to you
he desired, so strongly outright, that his soul, the soul
was to be buried near the roots of a tree, in which he would be
one day the last remaining piece of ember
that rests eternally in the back a cello
for yes, all the world, to hear him sing forever
yes and this is the soul you have taken
but oh god, have you paid any attention
he loved you, questioned you, and dreamed
and prayed to you while he was alone, mind you
sweet god he begged you, to exist at least
but you take him for a not worthy reason
imagine what you’ve done, you cowardly moron!
he is to harmony what your son is to man
and you scorn him! and kill him by your man’s hand!
by god, shame on you, twice of be whatsoever
so hear this song, and tell me if he wished not for you!
while he stood in a beatiful garden in mind
and chose to hide behind the sun, while you, mind you
stood baking and drenching in clouds and rain
he waited for you, dear lord, he waited
whistling a tune, sneaking on the moon drops
which only you, without the forethought, appeared
god bless you lord, but that’s all i give you
if you believe you have done what’s right, then be it so
but you will hear him singing
in the heart of a cello, so many ages
as a martyr to your troubles, your insecurities
dear god, if you cannot make this person into the bravest
if you damned him, some long ago, if you damned him
then damned be you, you son of a bitch
you’re a fine imposter, but a devil in mine eyes
come on, make the world happy
let this man play music, and we all live
god damn you, be a benevolent giver, if your give
give a song to each child that came from him
but for your own sake, my good lord
please, i pray to you, please let him live

“fuck clocks”

i was thinking of maybe smashing my clock
smashing it into the ground, i would never miss it!
i live by the damned clock, it winds me
and in the morning it chimes me, until i smack it!
i don’t particularly like the clock, it’s ugly
i live my life in 15 minute increments, tick tick!
jesus fucking christ, who needs clocks!
and now it’s so early in the morning that i can think of nothing
nothing except the exact amount of minutes until it will chime me
right now i’m down to 5 hours and 3 minutes
and then i wonder how much a person should sleep
but that doesn’t really matter because i can’t!
oh terrible terrible terrible terrible clocks!
if there is one place man has gone wrong it’s with efficiency
there is no reason i should be awake
i should be sleeping
when the sun goes down i should be sleeping
when the sun awakes i have my silent buzzer
birds chirping, wind rustling, come on now
that is how it should be
but i can think of nothing except when i shall awaken
and what exam, and book, and tests waits there for me
5 hours and 1 minutes from now
fuck clocks

so i sighed a sigh of regrief
my home isn’t my home anymore
i would sit watching the seasons change
i would travel away and find the floor
where my home was and still is
only without my feet upon the old foundation
no more chaos in the building’s bones
just an old building with a weak back
twenty years trampled through time
just to feel excitement and keep it well
she had a song played to her before i left
it wasn’t a hard night, long night neither
her grown two sons sat singing to her
and she cried when they sang about her
and so she gave us each a piece to keep
deciding it’s best to stay home
and let the midnight catching dreamers
drive away beneath the sun
so that she could live inside them
and the oak trees could dream forever