Sharks, obelisks, & wallpaper, anyone?
I found out that sharks don't like forever.
It was one of those facts I'd been quoting for years
till someone (Shane) said, "Do they?"
Dogmas fall like leaves. Peeling wallpaper
under wallpaper
under ...
Persistent is a crime!
But we have to persist.
Our persistence is a sacred act.
Sacred because doomed.
Nos morituri ...
Truth.
What is truth?
It must be something that has to keep moving
like a shark.
Sarcasm
you mean cartoon,
hiding my anger,
3 syllables? 2? can we be more direct?
In truth, I wouldn't hide
behind your skein of aspersions.
Real Armadilloes know better.
In truth, I would join, I would reveal,
forswear this carapace.
I guess I broke the line rule ...
TOPIC: tears, hagiography, lambs and lions, time, a storm.
MOOD: grim, innocent, incantatory, confused.
NUMBER: 1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32.
WORDS: treachery, telemetry, bruised, shorn, fluke, paradox, craft, fraught, weigh, deep, end, face, calamity, grace, lathe, haunt.
Heart in your throat
The only thing needed is a song, coming from ruins, the persistent, yet untraceable
accents, a nameless singer, to ease the heart, if only, and the while, the only thing
we do not need is dogma, we need a word for love, accent-free, general, coming
from the throats of the sacred, the traceable marchers, one opposed, the other
appalled, the bond we make against watch-words, burning pass-words, a heart-
sound that gasps in your throat, that not always can climb out, if only, and that while,
where ever we march, a whole crowd soft, or right strident, words written on white
sheets or worldly wordless, yet with them. Note the worldwide hunters hunting other
worldwide hunters, leading to leaders, tongues out of mouth, the heart on the tongue.
Words fall silent somehow.
I found out that sharks don't like forever.
It was one of those facts I'd been quoting for years
till someone (Shane) said, "Do they?"
Dogmas fall like leaves. Peeling wallpaper
under wallpaper
under ...
Persistent is a crime!
But we have to persist.
Our persistence is a sacred act.
Sacred because doomed.
Nos morituri ...
Truth.
What is truth?
It must be something that has to keep moving
like a shark.
Sarcasm
you mean cartoon,
hiding my anger,
3 syllables? 2? can we be more direct?
In truth, I wouldn't hide
behind your skein of aspersions.
Real Armadilloes know better.
In truth, I would join, I would reveal,
forswear this carapace.
I guess I broke the line rule ...
TOPIC: tears, hagiography, lambs and lions, time, a storm.
MOOD: grim, innocent, incantatory, confused.
NUMBER: 1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32.
WORDS: treachery, telemetry, bruised, shorn, fluke, paradox, craft, fraught, weigh, deep, end, face, calamity, grace, lathe, haunt.
Heart in your throat
The only thing needed is a song, coming from ruins, the persistent, yet untraceable
accents, a nameless singer, to ease the heart, if only, and the while, the only thing
we do not need is dogma, we need a word for love, accent-free, general, coming
from the throats of the sacred, the traceable marchers, one opposed, the other
appalled, the bond we make against watch-words, burning pass-words, a heart-
sound that gasps in your throat, that not always can climb out, if only, and that while,
where ever we march, a whole crowd soft, or right strident, words written on white
sheets or worldly wordless, yet with them. Note the worldwide hunters hunting other
worldwide hunters, leading to leaders, tongues out of mouth, the heart on the tongue.
Words fall silent somehow.