The Fall

The Fall

         (wish fulfillment theory fails a waking dream)

I want sun-dappled forest floors
like freckles on the earth's face
for me to lie down on and
wonder of other places
where I could be free

(Every day...Every day...)


to rot as I please

(It's okay...It's okay...)


and those crystal mission bells,


(Glorious cacophonous tinkling crash-ring!
Like all the china in the world breaking!)


they'll all sing to me
for I wish it.

(I don't want anything...)


Just give me sun-dappled forest floors
with a creek running through,
emptily clear, running away, gibbering madly

('Twas you, yes, 'twas you who started this mess
now fish yourself out of it it leave me to rest
always fleeing the source
but you'll never escape
the course
is sure as these banks that crush me
get you too,
taunting, looming over tall as you run
you fool
and not only that but we all end somewhere:)


at me as those birds tweet in their throngs,
those crow-shrieks, pained aws rising in song
to peck at that sun ''til it bleeds out the dusk
and it lists to the west, then it sinks;

(all of us!)


oh my eye, now it's gone!
Oh my sight, it's been plucked-
a silver socket stares stagnantly,
dusk is now dust
spattered across that flagrant blue dead sea

(That divides me)


in(two)




white hot slivers; peppering

(the one who broods,)


the craven

(and the Muse)


as he

slept on sun-dappled floors


(that never would be.)



quoth the ravens:

"November fourth!
Well, it's 9:00 am, 50 degrees,
GREAT day to be alive...

(yeah,if only)



"...beautiful blue skies..."

(I could)


...shining on those lakes;
make the most of it, folks!
You know, there's just no

(escape...)

         (I met an old Acquaintance known by all)

and then
a quick flutter of scenery:
a movie reel on the fritz.
Open those eyes.
Yuh...yup, that's it.
Take a look around you.
no rush.
So...so bright, I know; right?
Just give it some time.
Where are you?
I don't know, this is your sanctuary; not mine.
But now that you're up, I don't need to stay.
Before you can catch me...I must run
(desperate, searching buckshot glances)
hahaha...away...
As she drew back into the waves, bowing,
she caressed my legs, warm fingertips drawn along the curve down to my feet.
With a breathy sigh
......ah…..
one last embrace, then retreat.

         (The chaff)

And so, love had set its bait.
Reeling you cruelly toward the horizon,
dragging you across the earth,
you were gut hooked.
Too enthralled to spit it out,
the only pain caused upon its attempted removal;
you kept its memory
and each morning the sun jerked you up
to chase it
and then ran away so you would settle for another night
without it
because no matter how hard you ride,
that carrot's still there.
Eventually, you returned to the place she had left:
on white sand beaches where the sun finally stopped; perpetually setting
because she wants to see what happens next,
and she blushes, trying to hide behind the waves.
But that cheeky little thing can't pull them up high enough;
giving up, she spreads them smooth like the ruffles on a blanket:
she tucks in the whole earth like a child.
Stopping just before the dark, she peeks over the horizon,
sends a whisper in the wind
with a minty chill on your neck-
oh, you've been here once before
when the sun was always going to be warm,
but now the feldgrau waves resume marching
drawn up tall to overbear you, leering down;
pistons punching, pumping in rows stretched beyond sight
and you know in your stillborn heart you've overstayed.
The tyrian purple skies have passed their judgment,
light is staid-the world, a safelit darkroom;
eternal frigid twilight sets on this place.

and so you move on,
so continues the song
conducted by a maestro none can see.
His pianoforte philosophy
is sure to grind your mind to grist
so you'll be ready, one day...
keep on running, maybe someday
second chair will be good enough
to receive what you'd been promised
time and time again...
keep on running, maybe then
you won't remember what you're running for;
you'll be free...


         (to run some more)