Once Upon a Time on Myspace: October 21st, 2009

Paralyzed Optimist:

a broken piece of flabbergasted man

entrails sprawled out in a circle

eating sausages and crumbs

from the bread that was made by his mum

and nothing ever made less sense

he is cataclysmic in his archery

an archnemesis of himself

slinging arrows that fly off without care

and dissection that prevails nowhere

this in fact is his swan song

bleeding out in most obvious ways

obviously lead to death

its not absurdity

To see inside

and to feel it on the outside

to notice the pathos of a wounded soul

with wounded body

eating the dead flesh of another creature

created by god but mutilated by man

this is the last resort of the priest to teach

and his tact is lost

on the man savage in nature

still flabbergasted by his distinction of being the first

silent dead

alive in his spit

and castrated through deceit

you neutured his soul

and spewed out his entrails

and arranged them in a pretty pattern

circular heap of wounded disgust

he can't stand up without falling

and he can't fall without first standing

and so he sits eating sausages

kissing frogs

and licking up lollipops that smell like astroid rock

and you can't tell him

or me that this doesn't make sense

when chaos ensues what sense can be had anyhow

go ahead prey on him

he won't defend himself

if he could have ended it long ago he would have

but he's been at war for so long

a war with himself

you can't expect the air to change

a musk hangs over all

and he and them and all of us

inhale it

and wait till the day we'll burst

and pray the vultures will pick us off

while still craving sustanance to go on living it

it being the life we think we had

go ahead.