Peacock Shiver

Outspoken, who are the broken,
Gullible and blind or the awoken,
Who are you, which am I?
Time to think, space to cry,
Microscopes and false hopes,
It’s not on auto route,
Or wearing your best suit.
A collaboration of interpretations
I'm looking for more than your bland conversations,
I've found a new world that's internal,
I'm an eternal being with new ways of seeing.
If you don't know who you are
I'll poke some air holes in your jar
Smash your company car,
So come here you big swirling cryptic mess,
I am the Doc leaf for your nettle sting.
You are the actors staining neck vein,
And I'm the irony in the pain,
The hook on the rod, of an absent brainless god.
The calculator in the maths test,
The solution to the riddle you can't digest,
I'm the exception to the rule,
The intelligence in the fool.
Ladies and Gentlemen we are experiencing turbulence,
It's a storm in a teacup,
Cross your fingers it's all down to luck,
You may experience convulsions,
Witch twitches, itchy stitches,
One or two broken dishes.
Scream as loud as you can, blame it on the Taleban,
Me, mum and dad or the violence on TV,
Run to the king blame anything, the voices,
Lack of choices the hand you are dealt,
The screwed up way you felt.
Where are the caped crusaders?
To save us from the alien invaders,
The louder you scream the less you mean
And the more pain to contribute to your migraine.
Like an obese woman with a giant cake,
That she eats to take her mind off her stomach ache.

by simon
posted on 05/02/2008