train is rockin’
more than i thought it would
filled with more old people
than i would have ever thought possible
for a train to be filled with
journeys -
lookin’ for the crescent moon of new ideas
new thinkin’
to fall down from outta the sky
an’ into my lap
but somehow i jus’ don’t think
it is gonna happen
anytime soon...
nuthin’ is gifted
you only get what you
are able to have in life
from outta yer own
excavations
exertions
exercises
in diggin’ out
invisible infinities
so i jus’ try to keep my
mind in equilibrium
accept the situation
as all is certain
as all is as it is meant to be
there are no mistakes in life
as some people say and yes bob
it is true sometimes
that you can see it that way
takin’ the motion
outta hand
sending the tanks in
onto a tankless land
is senseless
and here i was
wantin’ to sneak down the alley
of complete an’ utter
anonymity
before those hangman dreams
finally get me
what do i do
when i don’t think i
can make sense no more?
skeleton you
skeleton me
our bones wrapped
in spirit flag
cacophonies of
immortality –
how could it
ever not be?
yeah, could do that
the outer hand motion
but i don’t have to shut up
if i don’t wanna
‘coz i ain’t speakin’
to no one but me see
so if i wanna go on talkin’
then i am free
free to talk about
the red birds flyin’
low across these open plains
for a million years
down here
there has been a river
but these are now the
dust trail times
and all that you
can now see
are the sand-shape
territory testaments
to the vast inconceivable
aspects of this land
territory
terrestrial
terrain
terrifying
terrific
terr to the e-v-e-r-y
wanna leave tracks?
these are my tracks
no one will
read ‘em believe ‘em
but me
...hastily written down
in the middle of nowhere
on a straight dissection
of an awesome whack
symphony punch back
so easy for things to turn
outta key
what began as beautiful
in the mornin’ sun
ends up turnin’ into a
teatime tragedy
they were the better times in which to live
so say the people who are now old
decades of livin’ behind ‘em
though they still want more
and are prepared to put themselves
above others with curses
of compromised humanity
to get what they want
by no means uncommon
such infantilism
is so sad to see
- from Nullabor Song
