auld monarchs
By St Alcohol
auld monarchs heavy branches and a song in my hand they weigh the world down we weigh it down with thought old world growing up and i found a love only to lose it on the playground and i found love and love and love found me and i'm in a tent in the desert and the sand plays heat games with the sun and the sky the proverbial cow-skull, and I, have conversations of import old mother sky turns dark and her children perform rigid behavior some might think it to rule the world they dazzle me, old monarch and i see her mirage in the dawn old time passes, old, new the green creeps across what was white what was brown, the trees shoot up before my eyes unfurling like an umbrella-shade the branches are bobbing weighed down by so many monarchs so many thoughts among thoughts the old I'm right because i'm right not enough crowns for these tiny heads a cruel thought, rain in this kingdom an old man looks back at me, laughing i cant see whats in his hands or his eyes but i know he sees into my heart with a skill of death and lovers he's probabably still there, in the sand- that-was-a-grove, laughing at the monarchs Written February 14th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 03:50 AM PST 10 • 0
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