Himilayan Hoodoos

5/ epic poem

we are the eyes and the ears of the city 

pouring out our emotions and our pity

we want to save the queen of england

we want to spoon our forks.

we have grand ideas within this fitty

saying we do when we kitty

i don't know why i'm not pretty

but I feel ok when i work out.

i terrorize the neighbourhood 

then crack a joke and its all good

and whiff of the wrong smell

and it's all good and go to hell!

i fantasize about the day

that we can all be in the same room anyway

and not be so conflicted as to run away

i make it easy and i have to pay

for all the bad things that i shouldn't say…

i had to turn to the other cheek

i had to learn to think before I speak

i wanted to be a child

i wanted to run real wild

i wanted to not be near

i wanted to not live fear

i wanted to be around, 

i wanted to hit the ground.

Like you were me in another life

like I was you and it wasn't right

we were searching for our own answers

we were searching for our own dances

i didn't want to put you in danger

i didn't want to rearranger

but i thought we could defy the laws

i thought we were insightful maws

fantastic though you took a frame

to pause this moment and turn fame

as if this was something you had a choice

s' if it was a silent voice

we wouldn't have to run from it,

we wouldn't have to come from it.

if it was free to begin

if we were often in the wind

i think we could undo the shame 

i think we could shift from the blame

i didn't want to scream and shout

i didn't want to just give out

i once was in a fit of grief, 

and then i silently found heat

a light that flickered oh so deep 

inside the caverns icey feat

what happens if we take a chance

to live our dreams and make romance

to be around and just touch down

to make a friend to join a crowd

embark on the epic adventure,

let us move you around the planet like we bin there

to join a location, make it your station

a favourite haunt, a casual jaunt

a master equation

about radiation

what part do we really not get?

how can we saddle future generations 

to paddle through our nuclear waste?

we don't even project our lifetime to last 

long enough to take care of this mess

there's no way to clean up

so why don't we just move up

into a condo in the sky

the movies have tried

to make us imagine this future 

6./ the day was dark and rainy

I was feeling shady,

my eyes, blury,

my last night, furry,

you and I had scurried

home in the damp

descending timebomb

curfew,

to curb the few,

minute translations,

hesitations,

messages traversing

through caverns apulsing

with knowledge and fussing, 

you haven't been trusting,

your intuition bleeding,

out of rivers bent and scattered,

twigs snapped

and babies grab/bed.