| | Falling Down to the Uptown
They torture the beans just right here
ground to dust and
scalded
bleeding darkness into the cacophony.
I know how they feel, I've been there
standing on the edges of
rooftops
tingling groin and all, waiting for the downfall
falling up
instead, to the Uptown.
Sometimes, it's either cut my hair or cut my wrists
I've been there,
I know
And that's how it's like sometimes
standing in front of the
mike, standing in the boat
rocking in the waves, child in
hand
"Don't throw me to the waves, momma, to the wolves!"
"Sink or
swim, that's it, that's your choice, SINK or SWIM."
And standing here at the mike, sometimes I swear I'd KILL anyone coming
up to me.
But most times I feel like I'm dying, like I'm dying, like I'm
dying.
But I walk offstage and realize I've survived, another tragedy
averted.
Henry Alarmclock, tick-tock
Time is tickin', and you start
talkin'
the thin white punk with Time on his hands
A Woman on his
mind, smoke in his lungs
bristling angel feathers on his coat.
Tell me, have you ever seen Henry stopped dead in his tracks
the
Hand of Fate lying heavy as the Burning Buddha
Wondering what's it
going to be today
Sex or Pot?
He's taking a leap of
faith
crossing the void with his heart in his hands
hoping for
something solid to land on
On the other side...
In Texas.
And Arin, let the air in Arin
that hipster, cranium-cramming word
artist
he's on his own high-speed journey to somewhere's
I've never
been before
I'm just trying to hold on, enjoy the ride
the passing
scenery while he yells, "Tuck and roll, tuck and roll, there's the door
man, tuck and roll!"
'cause there's no way he's slowin' down
Greg's the fuckin' man, there's no gettin' past fuckin' Greg
he's no
fuckin' Lunal-tic
he's the Burning Buddha with the lungs of a pearl
diver
diving for pearls
He's the biggest thing in the room
When
he inhales, we hold our collective breath, left high, left dry,
left
gasping, left grasping - no oxygen left
When he exhales, we roll with
the high tide,tsunami's, killer waves, shockwaves
There's the fuckin'
legions of Hell behind his eyes
Hairy legs and all
Feel his fuckin'
thunder, hear his fuckin' rage
'Cause he's gatherin' y'all up in his
lovin' arms
And takin' y'all back home.
[Please don't throw me in the waves, momma, to the wolves, take me
home!]
PE TER YOU ME
PEEL ME YOU ME ME YOU
St. Peter, pray for us
Alms for the living, a prayer for the
dying
Pure, the ringing bell, mischievous bridges to everywhere
walk
this bridge, each step a step escaping, discovering
Hanging inverted in
the void Odin, grasping runes
the result - the World
He lives in a rarefied world, with relics, treasures
the seven
cities of Cibola, Cibola, Cibola
You can't define him, go ahead, try to find him
In his forest of
words
(A bit of the writer's block will soon sort you out)
Machete
in hand, he chops through the the tangled undergrowth
searching for the
space between the words
Monkeys scream, andeluvian monsters crawl to
the waterhole
Diving, Diving, Diving.
Jessica, you rainmaker
cry for me
You rub the Buddha's
belly
Not for luck, but for joy
Tell me, do you love the
words
the way they bully the air around?
Do you love each breathe,
each intake?
No, it's not the inhalation
It's the exhalation, the
exhilaration
the fire-eating, fire-breathing dragons
that burn this
house down write to a dazed tomorrow
(What the hell happened? My head
is full of words!)
Greg wears the big shoes no one can fill
And Henry writes words to
wake the living
and Arin, crazy Arin creates like Prometheus
Unbound
(the Bird of prey is beaten
the dark of his heart is eaten)
And here I stand, trying to grasp the stillpoint, maneuver the
clouds
The world turns, the words like rivers raging
I say get
naked, the bacchanal is Now!
fling mud at the mannequins that line the
walls
and wallpaper the windows
Don't save your breath, conserving your Air
Burn the bonfire bright,
cast shadows and run rampant, barefoot
seething, wild,
primordial
[Mama, throw me to the waves, the wolves, Mama, I'm coming
Home!]
Yell to the "Civilized" world
You play with words
we play
with Fire
We're taking flamethrowers to this place
[Throw me to the wolves, the waves, Momma, I'm coming Home!]
Another tragedy averted.
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