Roll Away Yesterday
When life has lost
meaning
and everything
seems
slow
and nothing's moving forwards
yet so does the show
the grass blows lagging to the past when it all just looks the same
a kiss played backwards
and a kiss played forwards
are all
and all
the same.
Blowing
the dreary wind
when it is really just sucking the other way...
And the rain is not there
but when it isn't falling,
it is falling up from the ground
past the trees
into the clouds
where they become the ground
and cloud cotton candy fluff ball whimsy
is really just the soil beneath your feet.
Which must mean the soil is a cloud
making your feet wings
and wings fly
away
apart
down into the sky
and up is really just a place where you can hit the top
But when the top is the bottom
and the bottom is the top
where is there left to flly
with wings which cannot
bare
to try?
The dog now makes a bubbling noise
the fish a subtle meow
the cat is but a mooing floozy
the cow roars at the sun
the lion cannot bark or whine
but instead chooses to dine
upon the flesh of molded swine
whose voice is just a yelp
in time
where reasoning in a mind
is crime
and living life alive is something
no one's dared to truly try
to fly with feet as wings
and wings as feet
into the cloudy ground
and the dirty clouds
with the rain falling upwards and down
when down is up and up is down
and life is swirling back around
the sink
and you are near the drain
and sucked out are you with hollow pain
no emotion or pity is felt by your crew
because you are in the past
aren't you?