Pinned to Earth, sewn like a button to eternity.
Why all this tying down, when I need a new dimension?
I’m staggering in the mud of it!
Who needs Ten Commandments anyway?
Seven sins and seven days, seven seals and seven dwarfs,
So why not Seven Commandments?
Did Moses get paid by the tablet?
OK OK OK OK OK.
Suffocating in loose packed piles of dreams,
Drowning in a sea of living things.
How many bottles need to break
before I find a single note?
Living under these inky A B C’s
Fanning out of fountain pens, scratching,
breaking, rubbing, spraying ink and flaying paper.
Where is that blotter anyhow?
|Clementines and limes among polka-dotted things|