Baby
I guess I'm all alone
isolated on my
icy throne
of ice
where I roll the dice of fate
that's just great
0s on every side
I thought I checked you
have new ones made
day-to-day
but still no event
I'm dry-cleaning off the fuzz +
the fog inside my brain
to divert my time to
the wordsmith game
I have a shot
in the dark
to shoot a bulletspark
at the ghostly
demon who prescribed
fatigue for
me
get out + go!
I'm drenched beneath
the fountain of woe
whose seltzer
makes my shoulders wet +
still I bet
that if my hex persists
I'll rid you from
out my study +
out my hall
I've sure got a lot of gall
to stare my devils in the face +
embrace by the horns
their sharp-tipped
misery thorns
atop my crown
sent down by god
to dress my skull
I'll hurl with force
that relic
out of my sight +
off my brain
begin again
begin again
I'll melt the ice palace
to the ground +
under wet rubble
I will find
the beautystuff
lovemud
makes earth possible
all abundant
forever if
I can make it so
in a never-ending tale
this is not a sales-pitch
I haven't rehearsed
I just believe in words +
humans all the more
this is what we came here for
to discover at the final jump
the last
what-seems-impossible
we-can't-overcome
obstacle
that we can
god rest the victims of bataclan
but I'm not afraid of a
terror threat
cos people are in love
at every interjecting angle
and that thronging
that chorus will hum +
subvert evil
forever and always
I believe it
hold my hand +
believe it too
