I just learned
Someone poetically named
thrust then to now
Sad fate indeed
The sweep is over
All sweeps are
Explicit time-bound romance me the slave
Destined to own me forever
Listen to me as I ramble and rave
Some knots you never can sever
I’m a minstrel here’s my show
I’ll philosophize
Not so much as to disturb
or look behind your eyes
I can sing ambiguous
Spectral songster can you brook a fool
No sir no sir I’m not full
I will try to get to you
sorry sorry no can do
You don’t think I can spin how ‘bout you listen
I can call the roll right here and now
A little truth won’t hurt you it’s no mist’ry
Now we go on
as everything unfolds
the only thing that sticks some
is you
Here on my own
Self consciousness is prelude to consciousness
and Dionyisus is no longer binary
Take all you want and more
it’s written down for all to see
I’m gonna root from here to Sunday
and maybe then I’ll root some more
Fires burn bright like tigers
in Blake’s forests of the night
So burn those souls whose fires illumine
all we sense is right
For some reason, I feel it’s my duty to make the following public service announcement…