Let's Forget

So many days I spent in the city
In the service of the high and mighy
Surely I must have lost my mind

Lost amid the droids and zombies
each convinced they knew who they may be
has it not always been the blind lead the blind?

Punishment without crime is allocated
to they of fruitless destiny fated

Mr Jones burns the bones
in his backyard without regret
and when you turn to him
he turns to you and says "Let's forget"

Cast adrift on channel seven
All good little boys will go to heaven
and the rest dont even count

Your hypersonic elevator
has become a Dracula translator
to measure carefully and succinctly the amount

Sing this nursery rhyme if you be modest
Chance is surely a most fickle goddess

The sharks leave their marks
upon the corkboard parapet
and when you turn to them
they turn to you and say "Let's forget"

and when you turn to him
he turns to you and says Let's forget

We visit the river of sleep
It flows ever on so wide and deep
Besides which you and I can be very small

Graffitti written on the wall
sure as winter follows fall crumbles
the vagrent with his piece of chalk
everywhere he tries to walk stumbles

All is washed away
And do you know what I say?
Heh heh Fat Chance

Time has no music to which it may dance
Rather music does time in perfect form entrance

But one dreamless sleep
comes over everyone
Only one, Only one

Mister Interlocuter
What have you done?

Content not to rule only our days it seems
You would your hold extend even to our dreams
Really you must do much better then that

Grasping tightly words made only of sand
Can you yet dream of the hour being at hand
When all you can see in G sharp is A flat?

What will always be remains unspoken
but there's a door or two we've yet to open

A fool tells tales of those
he has never met
and when you turn to him
he turns to you and says "Let's forget"

Sorry to impose
like spray paint on a rose
are the colors I cast

All truth is not what any are made of
at least untill the day that my true love
is with me at last

You beg of me ignorance
and so I turn aside
how different is forgiveness
from the desire to hide

Some deign never to notice
Such things are as beneath their pride

In a battle decided by nothingness
the victor is the one with the least inside

Emptiness is king

Hark, Hear the ravens sing
For they too have a song you know
Sweet as the sound of the robin
or the dove with love as well

But your song of forgiveness
Grows soon harsh upon the ear
It isn't in the things you say
Each word you speak is spoke quite clear

Rather it is in the things that you avoid
The gentle songs that you destroyed

How cruel the voice of indifference
and harsh the wisdom of the narrow minded
And confort, that which all crave,
Comforts not they who lie in the grave

Such comfort is a clock
that ever needs to be rewinded
and regarding which I now find
I no longer need to be reminded

Harsh is the message of Mercury
after Apollo doth sweetly sing
But such is the task assigned to me
and now I must now needs take wing

Le feu follet