The Ballad of you and me
The Dark; side of the Night,
Fiery Jazzy Dynamos of the never-ending kind
Fans of The Stranger Tales,
Schizophrenia and BLANK!
In Taxicabs and other Neon time machines
Soul ascending next dimension/ Astro transcendental
Starry Starry sky,
Show us a new song
A threefold thunderbolt rhapsody
Racing across from the Midnight past to midnight black
The path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom
Sometimes…
A Kafkan wilderness – Cold metal Grey and dry dust
Rain-washed black tar, speckled with charcoal grey
Grey rats grey birds grey dogs and other grey bipeds
No red – only something soft that may pass for mud
A few tufts of hair and slivers of chewed out bleached bones
Awash with the waters of the Styx / and Poison / polluted
Cold hands of a wind tickling Embers burnt / barricaded
Damp, dank and dark are the colors of this world
Lifeless and drab, there are greens and blues
Dreamless machine lives and washed out hues
Drink from the flowers / Eat the seed
Dancer of Death of the nether never land
Are you following me?
Overlooking civilization / Murakami upside down…
Super-non-Flat / where we are
Prisoners of own worlds isolated manifest before your eyes,
In parallel world Timespace Continuum wormhole Black hole reality
As breaths compress / stars die / Atlas, turns the axis
We could be starlight, with nothing to prove / suspended animation
In between the lines lies lice lies and blood thirsty sex
Mindless – opinions fed to drug fuelled masses
They eat feasting on rotten meat / fleeced
Atrophy to nerve ending capacity – no time. No time
I’ll be there when you’re gone
Movement / no movement – pregnant stasis
The inherent soliloquies of a six billion planktonian people
Vast oceans of sand and watery deserts / barren and unforgiving
Can we know ourselves if we don’t know where we are?
Is it silence that we hear, or a roar
A grandmaster playing Psychedelic, thick like tar
Mushroom cloud substance, gooey chaotic stuff
Thunderous, deafening, tumultuous / Brownian motion funeral march
Narcotic anarchic / Supernova Fantastic / stretching like elastic
Surrounding us engulfing us choking us drowning us
Womb of pain /Anti Mother / the Phantom Zone
Will we be destroyed by our very own silences?