Life is...

Nov. 10, 1998


Part 1

Eat sleep and die life,
Swallow it,
Yummy in the tummy,
Digestive on the most part,
Spoiled at times,

The times,
They are a changing,
Complication becomes commonplace,
The real world looms.

Simplicity becomes a phenomenon,
Felt, oh once in a blue moon,
In a tree, a leaf, a seed.

That side seems shut,
Non-emotional bastard speaks loudly, clearly,
She clears her husky voice,
She sings in all her glory.

Yes, take that life and live it,
Feel-it, hurt-it,
Comp pat a bill-it
If you can…
If you-she can it.


Part 2

Arms twisting upwards,
Gyrating gracefully,
Undulating openly.

Crooked fingers,
Pulling apart those pieces of sky,
Trying, finding and hiding it
For further use.

They dance,
Those arms,
Those fingers,
They dance to my rhythm,

To the music in my intestinal head,
The melodies zip through those tubes,
Like the lightning bolts I just miss,
Those bolts that have to be the most
Beautiful of them all.

They listen,
Those arms and fingers,
To the sounds of the breath of carbon dioxide,
They inhale those particles,
Visible to those strange moving orbs in sockets.
Those particles,
Almost tangible but then gone.

Yes, well,
Life is….
Just that.