Counting

[troyology]

Once upon a time

That's how it goes

Once upon a rhyme

Go with the flow

Forgive what you know

Forget what you see

It's better just to be

Twice every second

I crawl inside my head

With open hands I beckon

Wanting to be lead

To a place half-remembered a place now half-dead

With memories of shadows and sharp stones

Upon which I have bled

Three mad prophets are in the corner

Shouting profound obscenities

Yearning for a taste

Of bittersweet enlightenment

Burning with the waste

Lost and broken beside the highway

Dancing on broken glass

Fourth and ten comes around again

I've dropped the ball to the folly of all

The game goes on but the score doesn't count

At least not to me nor to the serpent at my feet

Wrapped in silver barb-wire she sings a song

A dark velvet whisper with a bourbon voice

Short on attention I listen too long

Five fingers long five fingers deep

Making a fist with my mind

Blood so hot that my heart has to weep

Twisted roads and a faded line

Mark the path of least resistance

Easy would be nice but hard could be fun

Take a chance take a chance