Can't be

Brought golden light from massive hole in the sky, says i am the guy, wants reconciliation can't feel myself today, can't see myself the same way, the sane way, the glass distorts, fractures a copy, a cloned boy, snap, flash, new perception of self, im okay, the truth has somehow made its way, has revealed itself through this haze, or am i living an illusion, rekindled cerebral confusion, lost not knowing which way is up, what is real, what i feel, can't trust the senses, somehow must find something to hold onto, a railing of sorts, because the ship is sailing on choppy seas, gotta get up off my knees, gotta break the glass, becoming, see the classroom humming, smell the yellow dumbing down that is america, can't stand, can't see, can't feel, can't flee, can't be ... can't be... can't be... me.

Messiah

Messiah comes, spins on silver beach, revolver
eyes none he has one hand ready to deliver
soul another blackened mother broken other
to six below

says transcendence is inevitable
though knowing time's regrettable

passes by
creeping sky
big hand chasing smaller

cherish waste
transparent face
melting moments water

messianic dream now separate into fundamental parts
become one with none
move backwards brushstrokes seemingly frozen
beginning, ending, begin again - maintain dysfunctionality of time.

Magic shovel

In her dreams i had been the wild one
so often the the child son
of the left handed hired gun

lift now
change yourself
put your mind in a new state

pause for five seconds

continue:

so on now we cast ourselves into non-rhythmic
nonsense
not following any pretense
or any state legislated sequence

turn away
glance back
realize that meaning is not mandatory
but then why does she always seem to show her face?

continue, no more pausing:

... pretending this magic shovel will dig us up an answer
well i've got news for you lonesome miners
no amount of excavation can shed light upon who we are.