i can't tell you how i knew
or how my brain listened
to the echoes of tomorrow.
the bell jar in which i found
me, can-to-can through wire
i can't help but hear their voices.
i can't tell you how i knew
those faces weren't my past
this tree is not yet that table.
in san antone, lost my head,
shaking hands shaking dread
i cannot hold the dial still.
oh cruel, cruel, my tormentor!
you let me wander long
will never know how to explain.
whispers, tremors, to be read
on your precious richter
earth splits. waters rise. close my eyes
noble tasks, you serve me well
collect the cosmic dust
show me cold hard facts: oh the lies!
stains on the window can't prove
murder. but stains on brain
can't ever mean "nothing at all".
i do not predict their deaths.
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