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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 2:04 am
The Cause Of Snow
The night they promised snow
I sat listening quietly
to the radio falling
in and out of the dark
The words filled with alarm,
“Arctic winds and black ice,
And falling temperatures
Will find the morning lost
In snow and snow and snow.”
The voice lost in static,
As though muffled by winds,
Of something cold and vengeful,
The breath of angry gods.
The world seized on it's axis,
And subsumed in silence
As news turned sinister;
Roads would become lethal
All businesses would close
The people would become
Prisoners of their homes.
I simmered silently
On the world unusable,
We all at times find warmth
In thoughts of destruction.
That night the snow fell for
Six hours and I blinked
As the news came in of
Cars crashing in the night.
Celluloid
For far too long I misread tragedy.
King Kong was a story of high romance,
Where in I overlooked the falling planes
For a tale of abusrd love and adventure.
Only life can teach us how things explode;
That men drop dead in the middle of the
Story, that some have no story at all.
The fabled arc has put a squeeze on truth
I grew confused, sat too long in the dark,
I laughed during the death scene, wept at jokes.
Maybe Casabalnca was not so sad
And my life is not such a tragedy
More an endless comedy of errors.
Bad Times
God knows it has never been worse
Now everyone has reason to suffer
The stars can't believe what they see,
A billion dreamers unable to wake
The strong begin to look weary,
The people on the bus look like killers
There keen for somebody to blame,
They've left their seats they embrace the chaos.
We used to act out tragedy
Now the knives are out for fakes just as us.
The night they promised snow
I sat listening quietly
to the radio falling
in and out of the dark
The words filled with alarm,
“Arctic winds and black ice,
And falling temperatures
Will find the morning lost
In snow and snow and snow.”
The voice lost in static,
As though muffled by winds,
Of something cold and vengeful,
The breath of angry gods.
The world seized on it's axis,
And subsumed in silence
As news turned sinister;
Roads would become lethal
All businesses would close
The people would become
Prisoners of their homes.
I simmered silently
On the world unusable,
We all at times find warmth
In thoughts of destruction.
That night the snow fell for
Six hours and I blinked
As the news came in of
Cars crashing in the night.
Celluloid
For far too long I misread tragedy.
King Kong was a story of high romance,
Where in I overlooked the falling planes
For a tale of abusrd love and adventure.
Only life can teach us how things explode;
That men drop dead in the middle of the
Story, that some have no story at all.
The fabled arc has put a squeeze on truth
I grew confused, sat too long in the dark,
I laughed during the death scene, wept at jokes.
Maybe Casabalnca was not so sad
And my life is not such a tragedy
More an endless comedy of errors.
Bad Times
God knows it has never been worse
Now everyone has reason to suffer
The stars can't believe what they see,
A billion dreamers unable to wake
The strong begin to look weary,
The people on the bus look like killers
There keen for somebody to blame,
They've left their seats they embrace the chaos.
We used to act out tragedy
Now the knives are out for fakes just as us.