duncanjewett

Nobody ever told me I need money in these halls Without ever standing up, I won't know how to fall I take nothing back, I live climbing up the walls Until I find my way out, their death I cry my call Once when I was little I left asking for the sun they told me of another place, one where songs were sung Now we've come to far to sing, and things have just begun I hope the method finds me here, this daydream now is done The city and the wilderness both feed themselves for us We ask them for our bodies but they seem to know our trusts The sun has turned it's back to us and searches for the moon No longer can we bring her here to land

This place can't be far From what I've heard I'm near She says there's nothing wrong There is nothing to fear I put the sun at my back as I search for the moon I've traveled for so long I don't recall your face When I get there I shall sing Of this new place This is where I know I've seen At the end of all my dreams I've lost my way, save me now Walk with us, I'll show you how I put the sun at my back as I search for the moon

I'm a time traveling salesmen selling lucid locks of dreaded knots tying together past present and future. Future freeway, the way I see, it's free.  The illusion of time begets disharmonic synchronicity. Perpetually pedeling languid ideas around the same centered track, I see past what you lack. Surface facade showing winged stallions siphoning harmonic fuel from  mechanical canticles. Animal majesty, tethers unbound seeking sky from ground, lost from found, and up from down. A mere reflection in a puddle of latency, ready to ripple through rugged and rough, volapuk hush. I've found time only to lose what I thought I'd find. Peace of mind, m

Deep below the surface They paint themselves for us We tell them there's no purpose no trail left in the dust They dig and dig and just won't stop as long as we are here We speak with them and let them know to bring in our new year Deep below the surface They paint themselves for us We tell them there's no purpose no trail left in the dust The tunnels float above the stars with windmills as their wings We search and search, but just can't find the noose we tied with string

Stumbling through, I've seen the way the dawn rises from your skin Lain upon the stones and earth, she sinks below my feet The city and the wilderness both feed themselves for us, we ask them for our bodies, but they seem too know out trusts And the sun turns it's back to us and searches for the moon, no longer can we bring her here, too landlocked water's dune The ocean isn't far from here, our legs must shuffle through Before the dead can speak with us our love must sing for two The cardboard boxes find a place below the fallout skies the rumble of our monuments have spoken their replies A wizard and two concubines walk restless

born beneath the carriage of a whale's high noon draw, a child crept feverishly through paper trees. gnarled branch roots rusted his sacks of threadless beanstalks and fish hooks. twice boiled rushes made appearances in his latest throat. campaigning for stardust he drew only the most key deficient plows that mingled with stripes and carols. pale darkened trout hung high to breath broken. playing with sea salt, the dream began to thirst for moonlight. "sing something of yeast, rising deep from bowels lain with card folk and chalk."

Plays are grounded in merry's spacesuit noir. The heirs are founded by the itsy bitsy stars. One more felt pattern back from where it was lain before. Through the ocean's salt disc press to silk screened math of floors. Feathered Serpent crop circle symmetry lies unbound. Far from near sight seminals lay scattered up from down. Leaving jittered swing dance monolithic sways a crown. Blue Key boxes, propped and topless future tense is now.

It's cold in this body that I'm living in. But I just can't resist the taste of your skin I want to get out, but I just don't know how and even if I knew I'd just crawl back in your mouth The only thing I know is the smell of your flesh It's the meat on your body that I wish to undress and I'm not one to tear, but I will if I must Your loose lips do tingle from someone else's trust

And I don't need you to tell me who you are I've seen you sliding between blood cells and wet stars The way the dark falls through your face I've seen it once before I never thought we'd free this place beside me as my whore

With this starfish as my witness The ocean's night is on the run Name your prayers with lasting lips they crawl without a tongue Scales swim fast through mecca tape tone splash spins left to right Golden gates have locked a noose swung set from baseboard's night