words words words!
words, words, words! crushing my lungs and smashing my brain and sitting on my head with all the weight of stone elephants that stand in stylistic sentinel outside north berkeley homes, the green and wood and fancified flavour of west county that hide in the blanketing cowls of inexpressible hills.
words, boys, sound, light, pancakes, words on a page sent in all directions and hammering deep into only a few minds, the desperate drive of a hammer to your skull drilling holes for enlightenment but no hapless cult converts will die tonight. the rabid boiling desire to roam has simmered down to a dull rolling rumble that could crush my house on its weak and trembling legs in a swift landslide stroke, sliding down the hill and stretching toward well-lit windows and shelves of books buried in the deep dark forests of our future unaffordable homes, south and east of here.
say a word that is not for elder scrolls, I dare you. we can rearrange your house all night.
now you know what it is to feel yourself stretched so thin, spread and sprawled between two entities, and the guy that wears the same shirt every day turns up in the strangest places. we are so close to knowing each other absolutely but for this one insurmountable obstacle that keeps you from my brain and keeps me from your full respect.
o what a night, o what a world, o what a word or two or seventy-thousand or howmanyever come from that mouth in so many tones, shouts, wails and lulls, bursting in violent glory like my anthem on guitar for instance. so many mouths open in wide wonderment, o wonderful wonderful and again beyond all whooping! or was it just mine, was I aware of anyone at that time but you and I, yes even unaware of your girl behind my back, our eyes met embarrassingly and yet I could not back down because I knew every word. was it just us and the background, was that the moment where our minds met because yes I finally know every word you mean and you are all in my brain and veins and spelling words in questionable ways and inventing for rhythm, it's all about that illusory element enticing arbitrary alliteration.
I know, I know, I have followed the footsteps of big sister and yet it is no wrong. how when we think so alike and swim down such similar tides chasing down the dawn and reticent recollections of ancient music and memory? how when we live and breathe the same houses and watch the same figures all the while following threads of foreign countries visited when we were nigh on decades old? how when all the world sings the same song and yet has no idea until you all meet in a dark room whose lights turn your black clothes burgundy and we will all sing again.
if only you would just take my hand and come.
words, boys, sound, light, pancakes, words on a page sent in all directions and hammering deep into only a few minds, the desperate drive of a hammer to your skull drilling holes for enlightenment but no hapless cult converts will die tonight. the rabid boiling desire to roam has simmered down to a dull rolling rumble that could crush my house on its weak and trembling legs in a swift landslide stroke, sliding down the hill and stretching toward well-lit windows and shelves of books buried in the deep dark forests of our future unaffordable homes, south and east of here.
say a word that is not for elder scrolls, I dare you. we can rearrange your house all night.
now you know what it is to feel yourself stretched so thin, spread and sprawled between two entities, and the guy that wears the same shirt every day turns up in the strangest places. we are so close to knowing each other absolutely but for this one insurmountable obstacle that keeps you from my brain and keeps me from your full respect.
o what a night, o what a world, o what a word or two or seventy-thousand or howmanyever come from that mouth in so many tones, shouts, wails and lulls, bursting in violent glory like my anthem on guitar for instance. so many mouths open in wide wonderment, o wonderful wonderful and again beyond all whooping! or was it just mine, was I aware of anyone at that time but you and I, yes even unaware of your girl behind my back, our eyes met embarrassingly and yet I could not back down because I knew every word. was it just us and the background, was that the moment where our minds met because yes I finally know every word you mean and you are all in my brain and veins and spelling words in questionable ways and inventing for rhythm, it's all about that illusory element enticing arbitrary alliteration.
I know, I know, I have followed the footsteps of big sister and yet it is no wrong. how when we think so alike and swim down such similar tides chasing down the dawn and reticent recollections of ancient music and memory? how when we live and breathe the same houses and watch the same figures all the while following threads of foreign countries visited when we were nigh on decades old? how when all the world sings the same song and yet has no idea until you all meet in a dark room whose lights turn your black clothes burgundy and we will all sing again.
if only you would just take my hand and come.