FLUME ONE

In the space of five seconds, a quick glance

Nothing and everything in one stroke pf genius

The words stuck in the back of twisted mortal tongues

Eloquence lost in child-like wonder

A strange and somber sort of beauty

The kind we wondered at as innocents

Playing with dolls, toy soldiers, high heels

Looking at our feet now and seeing all those old scars

Still festering like a perpetually infected wound

Squeezing our feet into shoes we cannot fill

Shattering the faces we don in times of need

Like her skirt every time there's company

Run and hide in dark closets singing nursery rhymes until dawn

There we'd sleepwalk and dream

Since time is no more now, and eerie silence settles into our formal world

Of eat sleep shit sex that's all

The angels laugh in mirth and cry at our foolish ways

We think we're so wise and grown up here

Dying together

Tying bricks to our hands

They say so industrious and subtle, suddenly

Void of imagination there where the night celebrates itself

In impetuous parody

We gaze longingly through the broken window

Out at the parade

and see the grass on either side, so dry

So dead

And Lifeless.



LaRock

1992