I was churning out lyrics the other day.
It was mostly fragments and ideas to work on.
I ended up with this sequence.
It reads like really bad poetry.
Maybe you’ll get a laugh out of this.
If it makes you turn away in disgust, I apologise.
If it’s not what it appears to be
Then it might be a stone nimbus
A porous pious man
Feels uncertainty blow through
If you burn out
Will they sing and remember you?
Hollow out my eyes
For they are ignorant
I hung my head up
When they were impolite
If you don’t know the answer,
Don’t ask the question
It spoke to me
And beckoned the desert
It welcomed me
With open arms
A desolate land
Fresh with life