Per-ə-dīm

Sun, 12/15/2013 - 00:27 -- mds627

You had a dream that I had a dream

That we were birthed into a white white world

One burned clean by fire and spies

You whistled and sang (and went blind and old)

I danced and ran (into deafness and fear)

We asked and asked, who was happier, then?

 

We called for a paradigm - pair of dimes - shift

We shook and we shuffled for God and desire

Forgetting to remember what we wished to forget

A symphony of legs screamed we were wrong

But just a moment ago we were dying

 

We’re twisted people, you and me

Saying twisted things in twisted ways

Standing in twisted positions with our

Hearts on our sleeves and our shirts inside out

A clock ticks in a fishbowl

And I can’t remember the last time I ate

 

We sold all our answers for a per-ə-dīm shift

Found some new ones in a pair of indigo eyes

And we were chased out of Eden by man-eating doves

Into an empty Vegas chapel in the night

 

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