somewhere like a madman's laughter in the dead of the night it rings like a madman's cries in your head.
far away from the happy apple chamber its all just a blur
there and here
we see another one of those shake you in your sleep.
yes we all thought it had faded away and we all made
merry trying not to fall asleep to
return to those empty
dreams empty like your eyes
and the insides of the priest who made you stare at the sun
but it shakes you now like the goddamned whistle of
that train that carries him home.
there's another side another shore and there's the burden of his wait the charm of his gait the smell you cant forget
too many allutions they're not the same him.
there are comets and glowworms and pigs trapped in your snort bubble it all bursts with the coming of winter as
you hold your heart against the pale snow
you forget reminding it to bleed or melt or fly
it just stays there like the moonshinedippedinpain you never
got around erasing from those wallsofclouds.
'Over the sea and far away
She's waiting like an Iceberg
Waiting to change, But she's cold inside
She wants to be like the water ..'
and you will yourself into believing that
somewhere on the otherside of the tectonic
plate an apple chamber fills with smoke
and shines like a scar asthe stars dissolve in the madman's
verses that speak of the child the world the toys and
fate all lost in a maze in the hyperbolic
you see, its all just a part of the blur
the ache in the laugh
of the madman you blamed for the coming of winter.
but you were wrong there will be
heavier departures still and snort bubbles so
fragile it will shake you again like
the whistle of
the train of thought trapping you
in this sorry little repeated wintertale.
p.s.: i wrote this lastnight and didnt post since i thought i didnt do justice to it i still think so but what the heck i feel like a piece of shit make me disappear and aaaaa i need some chicken.and i wish i could call it crapattempsatpoetry but that'd be degrading such attempts anyway so bleh.