TWINKLE

yesterday sucked the marrow from bone and he's numb from from the process

the tequila made the lights flicker in the backroom of surprise and she's sleeping off the balance

while a shadow follows the lonely movements of a broken heart slipping into the pool

the price of being has long surpassed the capacity to earn the required rent

from rusted chains to gilded bars

 from open wounds to visible scars 

twinkle, twinkle all the faded stars

today broke the last lock holding back the flood and she's never been the best swimmer

a sip of water that for others brings refreshing life only burns the throat he's holding

while a shadow moves between darkness and dawn in the cool air above the silent ground

the ticket of escape has long since been cancelled and this flight suspended

from rusted chains to gilded bars

 from open wounds to visible scars 

twinkle, twinkle all the faded stars

tomorrow the song of truth and dreams will be longer than he's willing to sing

the free refills of blue ribbon promises no longer has a taste she's willing to drink

while a shadow orders the house special at the diner of wasted time

the stale bread of doubt is the appetizer in this buffet of burning futures

from rusted chains to gilded bars

 from open wounds to visible scars 

twinkle, twinkle all the faded stars 

AND THE STORY GOES

water may roll and the wind my break

but the soul will sway from day to day

push follows shove in this new land of make believe

and the soul flickers with a fading neon smile

and so the story goes 

from cradle to grave with a country shuffle

and the whispers travelling show

from the flush to the shallow with a lost hustle

i can fool the fools in the crowd

but the soul knows the color of life

art follows the function of sanity in this night gallery

and the soul winks at the pretty girls in the hall

and so the story goes

some days are pages read in haste and shallow

and the shadows creep in so slow

from technicolor to gray in a blurry tomorrow

the hangover of certainty shimmers like a steel guitar

but the soul feels the notes in advance

a simple sigh in this symphony of fallen stars

and the soul sneaks past the gate with a song and dance

and so the story goes

the drunk and the dreamer stumble into history

and the world may never know

but i know what it means to me 

HOW AM I DOING? (AN OLD DOG MAY KNOW THE ANSWER, BUT HE AIN'T SAYIN)

the orgasm of void twists inside the expanded mind and ignites the cosmic shift into overdrive

and i am home

in this origin of fire

time turns the everlasting screw of burnt out dreams within this internal combustion of humanity

and i thrive

in this origin of fire

the lords of pain and pleasure inject the fuel of passion and dominance into the machine of lust and eternity

and i rule

in this origin of fire 

ILLUSION

a revolution of sound

beyond the mind of a madman

press on the gas precious

...this is a symphony of waves

you see me on your phone

but i live in a rotary state

more speed my delicious

...this is warmth that enraptured

gone is the color of distance

on a treasure map to dreams

just a bit faster my effervescence

...this is the sleep that architects

the decay of brilliance will break us down into cosmic opulence and i will sway with you through all time and space

...this is the elemental

...this is the immortal

...this is the conjugation

...this is the invention

...this is my love and it walks into eternity for you 

PRELUDE IN OBSIDIAN

 the soul of darkness weeps behind shadows

and you of the clean heart let him bleed

now this morbid rhythm snarls and churns

oh what deathly hell unleashed upon this plane

wheels of madness crushing bone

fire walks the realm now

madness of power grinding the stone

fire walks this realm now

the sickening thunder of terror cowers in corners

and you of the clean heart let him scream

now this machine perpetual consumes immortal

unending deathly hell unleashed upon this plane

wheels of madness crushing bone

fire walks this realm now

madness of power grinding the stone

fire walks this realm now

UNKNOWN LOVE SONG

the lines on my face into suite madam blue and then you hit me with gilmour telling me so far away

oh cunning spoofy...

you beguiling me

tossing me

frosting me

taking advantage of my state

swirling into a slow fade

my soul soaring through the night sky hoping to

catch her dreaming the impossible

as sirens wail outside you rock me with astronomy

...maybe she will dream of me

hey

hey hey

one slip

...i should end this before i fall 

61 IS A NUMBER ATE SHORT OF THIS WEEKS EXCITING EPISODE OF RETURN TO SWALLOW FALLS: THE MUSICAL

what room was i in?

one door down from the sound of my sanity melting into the sunset

room 16

could be an allusion

would be an illusion 

should be a conclusion 

but it is a concussion 

or a submission 

for there is shit in this prescription 

-and i need a refill

i'm cracked don't you know?

a broken token

a soul forgotten 

flowing in the gutter to a treatment plant of synthetic anthemic nonsense

hey, isn't that keith emerson's cat? (poetic callback)

room 16

could be vibrations 

would be variations 

should be complications 

but only insinuations

or an investigation 

for there is gold in this passion 

-and my bank account is never overdrawn 

it wasn't a room

never was

i was in your mind

in the palace of secrets 

the palace vault...i picked the lock and treasure erupted...i danced in the dark shadows of your crown jewel and drank the nectar of your madness 

and in the frenzy of exploration i burst into...

...what room was i going to?