lyric

#6 Lyric

My words do me no justice,

a philosopher

with no knowledge

in his bed.

 

LYRIC!

Inspired again?

Nothing new, my arc,

it’s missing.

 

Shhh...

Time to sleep.

My dreams percolate

lost entity of belief,

and the wind blows:

gravity’s arm lifting

me from the ground

placing me gently, back

on acid trails

amidst candy dried sound.

 

Patiently I wait

counting days like seconds.

 

- Oct 4, 2003