Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Pottering about diagonally

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You know the way smoke bends
When it comes out of a hidden chimney
Taking on forms of people you know
And talking to you in silent whispers
Conspiring with the setting day
And the beauty you have drunk to excess
It makes you think of forgotten days
When there were flowers by the road
And children playing on the streets
With tops and balls and all that
And there were pretty maidens getting back
From the well carrying their pitchers
It fogs your brain - the smoke i mean
And makes you think of those huge trees
With place to sit beneath and talk to your love
Of dreams that you knew would never come true
It makes you believe in forgotten vows
How you will build your home and buy a car
How you will go to the movies every weekend
And take your kids to Disneyland
And have fun at the beach every month
It makes real those dream-enchanted eyes
That looked with innocence as you waxed high
And declared you will love to the end of days
Those sweet tender lips that you so wanted to kiss
Those small firm breasts you ached to press
It makes real that half-feigned smile
That lighted on her lips when you brandished a stick
And waved it about destroying enemies of air
Killing destroying the wicked and being the good Hero
To her gentle Heroine sweet and coy
It makes real those tearful goodbyes
When you had to go from home in search of Life
And all those promises to keep and those locks of hair
Sweet remembrances of haylofts and caresses
Or are they dreams
And then the hard work the toil
It brings to mind the mindless days
When you went from sickness to sickness
A crumbling home to a cruel shop
Killing you slowly draining life out of you
Making you do things you didnt know you could
Bringing down the playhouses of children
Destroying their innocence
Making the barren world an image of yourself
Living unto death a machines life
And holding in one hand the ales stink
Making the rounds of a maddening world
And entering alleys that lead underground
Where smoke comes from chimneys too well hidden
To know what is real and what is in your dreams

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

are they still dreams? :P :)