lyrical experiment (wriitten to a certain album)

and the feathered wings will shine
in the beauty of music's truth
and our lives are blind to the touch
of the muse of youth
and you've become a dozen different people
who say that money is better than happiness
and your skin illuminates the harshness
of the street with a contrast that demolishs
more contrived architechures.

and there's dozens of people who tell you
what to do, the pope and the priest are
just bosses and police without any proof.
Please stay kind, like a sparrow nestled
in the roses, and please don't mind when
they start shooting BB's after you
because theres dozens of people who are
becoming just like you, a nestled avian
with access to the song of truth.

angel of complication, wasting money
on the children's consecration, honey,
beneath fallow wings the consumers
drown in oceans of trash they forgot
how to play in or make like a simple
summer party, oh my baby remember
how to swim.

recite the answers of your post-script
all their answers are what they kill with,
like blood for money, like sins for money,
like sex and protection for some metaphorical
financial securities on top of money;
recite your heaven in their callow hell
and that's your way to fill with wine
their cups that shattered after they
drank it down with all the pills with
which they sleep with, remember the gods.

Summertime the ghosts unfurl
and pocketbooks go to school
our dreams are more worthless
than the head of a dead cat
and priceless as a rule.

Blessed by miracles our soft reality
sleeps inside a boxcar and lodestones
protect us while coins can lead to
better things than a phone call,
and everybody knew Mary, my Mary
who isn't dead.

Liverish cowards, your grass still grows
but you will not walk barefoot for fear
of worms, you children of men with
your dark sunglasses and love of nature,
could you call upon your life to deliver
you from death, or would you hang up
the phone like so many weary of the relatives
who stuck knives in their side, one in the heart
three in each side.

you're a fellow, you're a window for today
you're unfettered, you're unhindered, today
wake up to life, wake up with smiles
and she will hold your hand with love
the way you speak in tiny letters
the way you sleep with a painted face
makes me hold my head and sigh
it makes me feel like when I am about to cry
at something so sadly beautiful and lost
because you don't know you're well fed
and you don't know that what you have done
isn't necessarily wrong.

Become yourself
wake up and rile
all those emotional
storms, my dear.
your weather will come
to you, my love.

I am wanting a kiss.