(no subject)
it's a cabaret, in here
(in this yellowed, here) and I promise
we look lovely from the outside.
But my days pull and drag me
and i stare at Triton, wondering,
what does he make of all these
dirty dishes we are forever washing.
It is a play, for his entertainment?
or clever ruse to distract him
while we plan our revenge on the
beta fish of the world.
But he will never know,
as the play will never end,
and the dishes, like tragedy,
will pile endlessly, (and
perhaps learn to recite verse,
learn to weep and moan
and call things at us as we
coast by to our warm, closed, bedrooms.)
Our ears are shut as I fill
our home with ancient names,
forcing meaning into
small spaces, (and small minds)
the cat was once a God,
and the foliage fathered democracy.
From the barred windows, you may
watch us dance (we're all leg)
and watch us glide on through this
meaningless joke.
As Solon withers, and triton circles,
and the cat that was never named Icarus
never has the chance to see the sun.
(in this yellowed, here) and I promise
we look lovely from the outside.
But my days pull and drag me
and i stare at Triton, wondering,
what does he make of all these
dirty dishes we are forever washing.
It is a play, for his entertainment?
or clever ruse to distract him
while we plan our revenge on the
beta fish of the world.
But he will never know,
as the play will never end,
and the dishes, like tragedy,
will pile endlessly, (and
perhaps learn to recite verse,
learn to weep and moan
and call things at us as we
coast by to our warm, closed, bedrooms.)
Our ears are shut as I fill
our home with ancient names,
forcing meaning into
small spaces, (and small minds)
the cat was once a God,
and the foliage fathered democracy.
From the barred windows, you may
watch us dance (we're all leg)
and watch us glide on through this
meaningless joke.
As Solon withers, and triton circles,
and the cat that was never named Icarus
never has the chance to see the sun.