Saturday, February 19, 2011

The Cardinal

In a place where the cold
Is desert dry with
Sheets of blinding light
Mostly abandoned
Except for some who cling
To thin coats
And desperately dig for diamonds
Deep in a bed of
Cold concrete

While the Cardinal sings a lonely song
For those like him who don't belong

Hungry giants with one hundred arms
Starve themselves
Their dry skin cracks and breaks
While they shake off the white shame
They carried the ones they loved
But now they're gone
Left to fight for another life

While the Cardinal confused and left alone
Lies upon his bed of stone

The father and creator of day
Is hiding behind a blanket of grey
And when he peers over the edge
A blinding reflection
Sends him away to die again

While the Cardinal sings the funeral march
Perching there upon the larch

We all wear denial on our sleeves
And bravely battle
In a war that was over before it was won
Like creatures of habit
With wool for a gun
And apathy as ammunition
As the pacifists fly westward
And head for the pacific

And when the sun begins to shine for some
The Cardinal knows his time has come

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Seperation

A policeman told me
To change my name
And drain my blood
To dry my veins

I stared at him
And then refused
His neck turned black
And white from blue

I saw his gun
Turn into words
That spoke of nature
but went unheard

Then from his tongue
The bullets flew
A soothing sound
Of the morning dew

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Outdated

A fear of fashion
Breeds boredom
Leaves you stuck
Apathetic and unaware

His holiness
Wears a corset
Hides and denies
A figure that's fake

Static super-models
On a gothic catwalk
And salmon bishops
In a river of mud

This is beyond retro
Or vintage vicars
It's the dementia
Of medieval trendsetters

Grace is covered
In red robes
Like the spawn in the river
Are destined to die

The suit of armor
Replaced by a collar
But the sword's still there
Inside of his head

Monday, February 7, 2011

The Celtic Tiger Ate My Dreams

The celtic tiger ate my dreams
Swallowed them whole
Just before it was killed
By what looked like an elephant
The fat white beast
Saw me with swollen eyes
Tried to apologize
But spoke only in riddles

What he couldn't give you
I now take away
Mine to create
And mine to betray

Then they faded away
Leaving me in the middle