Tumble the table to buy time. Grab a pen, jot a rhyme.
Feed your Limelight diction addiction.
Sign your name in the stars.
Shave your legs and cut your hair and
Douse your personality with creative flair.
Pull it all over into a visual rebellion.
Free the artistic mind
Of the chains of discovery.
The caged animal of formality.
Feel the harsh
Guarantee as we all become free.
Picking out choice words and streaming
Beautiful bombardment of rhetoric.
Lace your bias into unbinding intention.
With shaky inspiration the world disappears.
Do not damage the process of illusion.
Paper hives buzzing with flirtatious
Muses. Demonic doubts.
On the verge of humanity alone in
The macrabe crowded charade.
Right or wrong we live too long
Gardening the law of relevancy.
Now I stand before the waves of
I feel the breath of the fears slowing me down.
Affecting the rhythm of our common pains.
Remember the thoughts in your life are ours too.
She’s got a penny in her pocket.
She will slowly warm
The heart of the world
That pulsing muscle where
Heaven and hell are born
The tired flesh
That works all day
Has no use for time.
But time has toned it
To hate you and I.
You and I the breakers
The killers the liars
Fill up the truck with
The useless old fliers
Who really takes the offer?
We all do.
Who really appreciates it?
Only when we accept.
Through and through.
Don’t play the dance with time
Just follow and expand on the rhyme.