A Doxology For The 9 To 5

The future holds the future
And the past repeats the past
And what’s happening now happens forever
And my heart only flutters every time I blink my eyes
And fetch a glitched-out glimpse
Of an eternal office building
Where we’ve sat in grey-walled graves
Speaking spells of acronyms
That make some ones a million dollars
That make some ones more unlike us
That make some ones forget
That the future holds the future
And that the past repeats the past
And that it all occurs forever
And that amen means so be it
And so we say amen to that

A Doxology For The 9 To 5

Things I should have told you before all of this

I thought it was a good plan
I only wore your undies once
Yes, the aliens exist
I needed much more help
I never liked your taste in movies
I never slept when you weren’t there
I kept a secret secret diary
I often peed in the shower
In the Woods was where they found me
I believed your good intentions
I know you weren’t all that crazy
You had it rough when you were younger
I know we both wanted a safe dream
In the Fall the leaves won’t hide you
In the Spring the flowers whisper
In the Winter cold toes bite you
In the Summer hours blister
And this is how a safe dream ends

Things I should have told you before all of this

The Untold End Inside You

Shh, I have been waiting long hours,
under an emerging sky full of stories,
waiting for you to close your eyes and crawl through this red room,

crawl through while feeling your bent body’s weird weight as a tingling pressure upon your weak wrists,

crawl through with a switchblade clenched
     between yellowed teeth,
          stained by tea and lemon crumpets,
          stained by the yellow blood of the Sun,
          stained by the stains
               of the yellow room
     you crawled through
in your yellow youth

Shh, Shh, I have been waiting such long hours,
          such long and winding hours,
          like a patient waiting for a diagnosis,

just like a patient
waiting for a death note,
          hyper-aware
of every living, pulsing thing.

The Untold End Inside You

Provided the Light Returns

The blue winds blow the black moon past a newly dying sun
And the finer lights of daynight show the ruining’s begun

You’ve witnessed with your feeble eyes grand sights not meant to see
And you’ve conjured with your meager minds frights from which to flee

No, it ain’t too hard to read the signs that say our time is through
And it ain’t too sad to say goodbye to what was me ‘n you

For that blue wind blew a black moon over yonder dying sun
Oh those blue winds and those black moons, good Lord, what have we done?

Provided the Light Returns