I saw your face hiding in the dark
Under black grey clouds and thunderous banging
The weather sphere presses hard on us
The sound of falling leaves is only heard by frightened autumnal earth creatures where they used to be asleep
In the meanwhile in bed,
Exhausting extractors are entering our memory cells
They're mingling in with my blood pressure
Little games of thought control
Rearrange magnetic fields of unbalance
Evade from stereotypic acts of unbelief
Saying "I love you" for the eyes of the public that doesn't care anyway
They feel it's civilian hocus-pocus
Omerta practices still rule in rural communities
It's their upbringing, with modern changes resulting in resistance
All is so very different in balance now
Why write a book if you can say it in a poem?
Anyway they pay for silence these days
The priest knows it's absurd, still he allows it
He's an accomplice in the art of selling thin air
Just don't say it too loud!
Fire your expensive lawyer if you had too much silence
When he's called Zipper-end fire him twice
Because he laughs with his own stupidity
Make sure he's in the right straitjacket, then cuddle him
Believe in the power of the Samaritan seer
He's on the streets pointing you the right direction
He knows love is supernatural
It reaches your ear as a faraway murmuring out of the one nothingness
Hold tight cause in the end we belong to the last frontier
But luckily God doesn't smell as much as you do
It means you have it wrong!
My Dear
© GdJ