The Quicksilver Meat Dream

Rev high
Bend low and free the dead word
When I stand up and feel the head burst
WHen i stand out i'll hold it under
When I stand down I won't be down for long
Remember why you're not along

You choke
You take the dive and wonder why
You never elevated
You swallow
Your sky is dry
You're passing time alive
And medicated

A sublime death dream
Time gets to you like a lover
A broad side, full on dread
Gets to the one alone
It grabs you by the bone and swings
You up and all around

You choke
You take the dive and wonder why
You never elevated
You swallow
Your sky is dry
You're passing time alive
And medicated
You've run away from something sure
When you own your fear, feel undead
Feel undead and unlike anyone
Don't let it air out

Some will take it on the chin
I will meditate and know other lifetimes while the sum
Of almost every sorry will always find a way
Home and the way I long to love long and matter... live long in you
It doesn't matter

In light of my present mess
In light of my mental weather's turn
In light of all the crash and burn
I'll open my mind as wide as ever

The line behind the lesson
Soul in the open well

It might have been fate
It might have been fortune
It might have been wine and a mellow head

I'm finding my way
Finding the words
One body breaking
Someone come and rise up
Rise like the sun
You'll find the world
Somebody save me
Someone come and rise up
Rise up and hold me now

I know that at times life kinda hurts
I know that I will live and learn
So more than survive
I will endeavour

The mind behind the message
Alone on an ocean swell

It might have been great
It might have gorgeous
It might have been why I've settled in

I'm finding my way
Finding the words
One body breaking
Someone come and rise up
Rise like the sun
You'll find the world
Somebody save me
Someone come and rise up
Rise and show

A helpless man
A held out hand
Defining images
That flow through my hope
Surrender the broken moments
And pointing fingers
The closing of open minds

I might have been delayed
I might have been delirious
I might have been otherwise

Taking hammer blows
Like an animal
For others

So heavy was my way

I'm finding my way
Finding the words
One body breaking
Someone come and rise up
Rise like the sun
You'll find the world
Somebody save me
Someone come and rise up

I'm finding my way
I'm finding my words
I'm one body breaking
Someone come and rise up
Rise like the sun
You'll find the world
Somebody save me
Someone come and rise up
Rise and show

Show us
Something

I dreamt the red whale song
Hold the moment strong
Then the moment's gone
I never can get enough
Again without the words
Again without the someone who will
Afford me some

This is me hangin' on

I once read a mind 'til dawn
Let the poem hum on emotion's
rolled tongue
I've never had enough
Are we okay? Are we open?
Again without the someone

So this is me hangin' on
I'm hangin on
And this is my world

Now I'm spending every night
Being fed through a grinder
The price for falling down
I'm never through paying
I might be meat for minds
I may be numbered...hung
I might succumb

This is my world
And this is me hangin on

In time I'll find why everyone out there
In the painted sun
Has already found their root...they've found home
And I'm tired of beating every drum
For old friends that never come
Went looking for them once...and found none

I'm so unwound
And I know in my own way
I'm breaking down without screaming out loud
I'm facing up and reaching out
In the end I'll come around so shut your mouth
Cuz I can't stand or yell out...
Tell everyone I'm numb

Here lies the former undisturbed
A bit high and a candle burns
It's goin all south...it's all gone
A red face that hides in nervous hands
Once a better friend than an enemy
Will I make another run...or am I done

Someday I'll line up everyone out there
In a late day sun
For one deep and final breath...

Two ripe for solar, tender rust
Too unfortunate to wake up
Not a problem, don't blame us
In the warm of daylight's cunt
In the black hole of cream and sunbeds
In the break of a strong fast
In the opened heart of awareness there is us

She said how we get there doesn't matter
It's all how you breathe...and stay kind
And that I'm an enlightened bear
Though a scavenger through with scavenging
In a moment I'll lose my mind
In an hour I'll lose my substance
In my prime years I might unwind
On my deathbed I'll think of us as good on earth
My yarrow, my aloe and my changing needs

Smooth isn't effortless, soon doesn't wallow
In a poet's hands awakened
She's a moderate sexual artist
In a snowblind we are a fire
In the headlights we are a rabbit
In our downtime we're always on
In the dawn of time we were right there giving birth
A new lemon, two apples and the dream
Of us all

Entangled in the wet girl
Her island unto myself
Entangled like a left turn
When you lean on somebody else
We'll need the wise and fortunate to help out
Just so you know
We'll need the fire and effect of everything
We tell to ourselves
Underneath the red ringing bell
Wondering who has been here before and fell
Underheath our vanity's high hope tight rope glow
So no-one knows we've become one

The most we can offer is awe and a well
Of intention
What is saved isn't lost here
Underneath the red ringing bell
Wondering who has been here before and fell

Inside of a moment shines the wet unbelievable
Beside every problem there's a rat under siege
And broken with all the right drugs
In time, in depth, in present tense
I'm cold and awful, yes I know
Uptight, intent on making sense
We are who we are

Instead of a motion there's a rest unachievable
Because in a cold wind there's a laugh underneath
Unspoken in all the right tongues

In time, in depth, in present tense
I'm cold and awful, yes I know
Uptight intent on making sense
We are who we are
In mind and breath, in my own head
I'm so unpopular, I know
In life and death, and second chance
We are who we are

And half along
Were slaughtered in song
When left alone
We were unsafe
When all is done
To be honestly numb
is all I can be lying here
Awake

A mild psychosis holds my hand underneath it all
A kind of ferocious old regret on its knees
And groping for just the right gun