Cry

somedays I stray and say I want to be just like you
how filtered can expression be,
with sights I didn't want to see,
to see to see to see to see right through
inside, behind, we walk straight lines
convinced that they're our own
too free with my body sometimes,
telling people who never should have known
and glaring aching symmetry,
is limiting,
it limits me;
from beds I've wanted to be free
from heads I've wanted to be free
but built into this precious thing,
nestling, cuddling, festering
cleaning, dreaming westward wings
could clear out notes from how I sing
with swollen wrapped presents to bring
I shake beneath a billowed cloud
of love so cavernous and kinged
it seems the dreams took on a life that murdered everything...

the songs they sing themselves
and I see you coming out
of houses in your wombs
that strangely rhyme with tombs
acoustics echo proud
of loudly distilled speech
encased in violent crowds,
the sweetness of a peach
the sourheartanthem child
the brittlempowered teen
cracked in impure thought
disposed to impure dream
fallacious as they come
convinced of the obscene
drowned in ancient books
that exist within the scheme
caressed by codgers,
lost and crossed by vivid vast regimes
and screams of gentle villagers
inventing future scenes,
supported by your poetry,
reinforced with knives
visions creeping through the walls,
the buildings of our lives
the planes, they shimmer poisonous
and thin beneath our eyes
and closure and composure form
elaborate disguise
constructed from your brilliance
the unpublished B-sides
the purple stamp inside my wrist
the purple bruising eyes
to take a punch while sitting down
to breathe drunken defeat
to tell the friends who aren't around
of everything you need
criminal submerged untruth
has faces coining terms
worth billions and billions
of lessons we don't learn
shattered fragments of asteroids
bewelded iron flasks
filling cannot fill the void
a Vaudeville gag in tact
words just matter for their sounds
they resonate with hate profound
they leave us manifest and bound
the Euro, dollar and the pound
my overdrawn chequing account
the fossils in the underground
and trains they vainly go around
sacred soil and burial grounds
were left untouched and noone found out why.
skip double dutch in spaces in the sky.
walk with a crutch even if it's a lie.
because when you let your pride into it,
the answers will just bleed right through it,
Cry.