Delta40
10-21-2011, 10:20 AM
Look out the window
and see the constellation of symptoms.
Mama always said it was from multi-axis living.
Ax this one, then the next,
like we all had to huddle under the one umbrella,
because he commanded it.
Round the fire, Pappy was grandiose
Industrialization brought us to this place of poverty.
His disturbed words, thoughts and actions
deluded the family apple cart
and at night, I would listen to its rickety wheel
roll down the hill, trying to escape
from the association of logic to the forest of
vivid links and imaginary connections.
As if a lion prowling through the trees would change anything.
She was there in the morning for us, singing rays of sunshine
while wringing his stagnant rationale down the drain.
We modelled him like students whose threshold of meaning
could never reach a mathematical conclusion.
Sometimes I longed to flee across burning grains of sand
as if I was a Speedy Gonzalez beetle.
Other times I held his needful hands to protect the status quo.
The voice of Pappy echoed through me,
You're not as different as you think.
Everyone has a gun with a faulty trigger
tucked at the back of a bedside drawer.
When I ran out of ways to pay, the fuse blew
and shattered bulbs put us all in the dark.
Mama rocked back and forth moaning,
I tried, Oh God how I tried!
I watched the stuffing from my teddy
float down down like snow in the aftermath.
Soft white childhood joy shrouded his body.
A Daddy whose light was finally extinguished.
and see the constellation of symptoms.
Mama always said it was from multi-axis living.
Ax this one, then the next,
like we all had to huddle under the one umbrella,
because he commanded it.
Round the fire, Pappy was grandiose
Industrialization brought us to this place of poverty.
His disturbed words, thoughts and actions
deluded the family apple cart
and at night, I would listen to its rickety wheel
roll down the hill, trying to escape
from the association of logic to the forest of
vivid links and imaginary connections.
As if a lion prowling through the trees would change anything.
She was there in the morning for us, singing rays of sunshine
while wringing his stagnant rationale down the drain.
We modelled him like students whose threshold of meaning
could never reach a mathematical conclusion.
Sometimes I longed to flee across burning grains of sand
as if I was a Speedy Gonzalez beetle.
Other times I held his needful hands to protect the status quo.
The voice of Pappy echoed through me,
You're not as different as you think.
Everyone has a gun with a faulty trigger
tucked at the back of a bedside drawer.
When I ran out of ways to pay, the fuse blew
and shattered bulbs put us all in the dark.
Mama rocked back and forth moaning,
I tried, Oh God how I tried!
I watched the stuffing from my teddy
float down down like snow in the aftermath.
Soft white childhood joy shrouded his body.
A Daddy whose light was finally extinguished.