Thursday, June 15, 2006

Space Dust


So here is the map of your life’s lonely progress
written in square dreams of one syllable or less
painted with hope and the available options
punctuated daily with bland indoctrinations
of milestones and millstones and mild mediocrity
of labyrinths and labour and corporate calamity
“What will you be, when you finally grow up?”
“A corpse, dear teacher, if I remember to show up”
Cynicism reeks of defeat and despair
The box that you rupture seems wholly unfair
Time wasted running the maze of your striving
To live up to standards without ever arriving
at the moment you sit in the warm rays of sunset
and savour the moment that was yours from the outset
Through ratholes and mazes, over hurdles and fences
Up snakes and down ladders through dark mirrored lenses
In the eyes of your children and the cries of affection
Through the pages of books and the words of direction
that echo “turn right” as you head for the ditch
that paint you with labels: lazy son-of-a-bitch
that attempt to define your place on the board
from the moment they cut the umbilical cord.

So drench me in the rain of a new green dream
Short-circuit the graphics on the gunrunner screen
With Fern sprig sprockets photosynthetic timepiece
Let me run through the fields of Jungian release
Dressed in my armour of fragile dream glass
Intricately sculpted in the shape of an ass
And I’ll rise on the wings of self-satisfied outrage
Knowing that the words I’ve etched on this fake page
Will transform more quickly via electronic rust
Into telepathic waste more worthless than dust
To be held in the mind of one or two travellers
Stardust indeed for non-conformist revellers.

10 comments:

littlebitofsonshine said...

so true a words Speaks how i feel inside thanks for releasing it with you thoughts and also thinking for the giggles this morning .Be safe walk in peace allways

littlebitofsonshine said...

i also like the new way you set up your blog just wanted to share

mullet said...

haha.....tributes/insults!.......at least you get insults!

littlebitofsonshine said...

now why would someone want a insult????

Zatikia said...

If this be electronic rust and telepathic dust, then this reveller revels in it much, always looking for more. Good stuff, Pisces, real good.

elasticwaistbandlady said...

How true, Pisces. Despite my best efforts and use of bleach to scrub the thoughts out, your rhymed musings have stayed on in my mind.

Now I feel soooo defeated. :)

Your new layout cracked me up too, as well as the recent addition to your harem of women commenters. "Say No To Mullets", indeed.

mullet said...

was that say no to mullets...i dont like them, or say no to mullets the commentator?

mullet said...

What is non-conformist in your opinion?

mullet said...

What did you mean about the 'lazy son of a bitch' in that blog?

elasticwaistbandlady said...

I'm laughing at your screen name, say no to mullets. Ahhhh, wisdom. Everyone should take heed of such counsel. It'll make the World a more aesthetically pleasing place.

Non-conformists to me are the ones who buck the status quo. That being said, am I a non-conformist among my genteel Church peers because I laugh at crass things and cuss? Yep. Would that same behaviour make me a non-conformist amongst my own heathenistic family? Nope. The rules of conformity fluctuate.