Posted: Dec 4, 08 4:09pm
of excuses
piled high at the door
a trash can to dump'em in
everything's orange orange
no longer hot
turning violent
palm trees
a constant reminder
of paradise lost
on every route
out/in
210-5-101
91-405-110
with all the coming and goings
we've misplaced
a free way home
she screams
chapter and verse
to the view
rearview mirror
reflecting
no one
you can fill up
but you are not
full up
yet spiritual jargon
circles their heads devoid
of sense
and if
si, on parle en fracais
ce n'est pas plus clair
non plus
gray
greens
melt blue
open mouths with swollen tongues
mist over
in certitude
they aren't the ones
misshapen
by excuses
now high
you can't climb'em
they're slick
polished
refined as crude
underpinning in every cuff
the knowing turns you ice
dreaming at all
proves hazardous
belief now the villain
what sense the sense seem
obsolete
what use hands or feet
fallen on excuses
fleeing forwardness
swallowing lies
like brunt dry toast
asking
what's worst
the dry
the bitter
personne
no ones
prepared
to pay the price
ad.mit'tance
instead
excuses
a touch of blalme
so
if new arms
must be created
let them race round excuse
in landfills overflown numb
lest love leaves
pinched nosed
gasping
stinch muck rancor
ears held
singing
la la-la la la la -la
eyes bleeding torrents
never to reach
parched hearts
heavy from
excuse
excuses
