Rozey Thorn Trees

Keep walking. Straight ahead. Don't look. Act natural. It's not you. It can't be you. What did you do? Nothing. Keep walking. Almost there. Stay calm. Not so stiff. Four more steps. Around the corner. Now run! Run. Run. Hide. Be still. Breathe. Now look. What do you see? Nothing. Keep breathing. They can't find you. They won't. It wasn't you. You didn't do it. They can't prove it. Remember that. They can't prove it. Believe that. You didn't do it. Believe that. And maybe, Just maybe Someday You'll be free.

Suddenly, loudly. Boom-chicka-boom! A bright streak of red metal flashes Past my window, Fills my lazy room With hellish smoke and Michellin stench, Then roars with laughter Pealing, squealing, Off into the painted distance. I turn over in bed and sputter, "There should be laws against that!"

I make them laugh. I love to make them laugh. Not at me, not with me-- Because of me. Sudden-like they laugh Aloud From the gut In tears Until it hurts. Sudden-like they hurt. Not at me, not with me-- Because of me. I love to make them hurt. It makes me laugh.

Safely enconched Within my shapeless blue boat Surrounded by Alternating shockwaves, Left and right, My eyes brightly reflect A timeless, shameless universe Where lust and hatred abound In slow and raging motion, Sounds and sights Flickering, rippling, thundering, By my control Remotely For the next hour or so.

When I was a child I wanted, I fought I played, I thought As a child. When I became a man I did not depart From my childish thoughts, My childish ways. Now that I am old I will not depart From my ways, my thoughts. Perhaps not 'til the grave Will I go In the way I should go.