I
Senseless as two playing cats the hands of my clock chase
each other around a pole of no existence
Yet tonight in flickering madness i must come to bear your
gifts for these no entities
these seconds
minutes
hours
tonight
I give to you for they are yours
Some say that only history is real but i say that they are
fools that only the future is real and yet on this night
your night
i would fill the coffers of your heart with history for
running out of its many cracks and seams come jagged
fragments and shreds to clutter up tonights consciousness
my consciousness
your tonight
But i bring no future
Senseless as two playing cats the hands of my clock chase
Yet tonight i must speak to you
Or is it because you cannot speak to me
Senseless as two playing cats or a score my thoughts chase
For when i do not speak these specters do my bid until such
Senseless as two playing cats the hands of my clock chase
But tonight i must speak of things of no existence and offer
Still i bear no promise
II
The part can never contain the whole some worthy philosopher
Whirlpools by their very nature always contain refuse and look
Yet tonight for it is your tonight you must understand
For i bear no promises
You must i think i hope forgive me when i remember you for things
But being animal and i am i know nothing of spiritual realms but
Forgive me if i forget intelligence which i know is there i think
Or is it because you cannot speak to me i never can
And if again i should come to you weeping remember and forgive
And also forgive this night your night which in weakness i would
However if you should forgive me for desire and aspiration then
Tonight as time is consumed in your honor i must speak to you
III
In gods country there is a hill
In gods country on this hill i stand because there with something
Where newly washed stars hang in blackness to dry by
It comes from these stars and smells like the wind and chills
Because there…
Knowing full well that it cannot because
Because just by looking at stars the blood of destruction burns
Despairing suddenly one dark cool night to find that you were
For freedom is a drug
Freedom is an enigmatic efflorescence increasing in direct
Watched roses smell as sweet by any other name while freight
IV
In gods country is also a desert and i live there because in
So in madness i chose to starve in the desert which extracts
And at times i am a coward and again look longingly and do run
But when night comes with a jutting chin feel power by looking
I fear the dawn
V
Senseless as two playing cats the hands of my clock chase
fought and began again since i came to you tonight
your night
For tonight in the echoing canyons of my mind tributes
pass the point of my awareness
And how many times have i thought of you i cannot remember
then i cannot speak to you or is it that you dont speak
i cant remember
But most horrifying i fear of the times to come when in my
and shall put to bed you
and shall touch you
and for a time find some value and some agonizing comfort
in passionately dissecting the anatomies of cell like
memories only again to fear that i have
dreamed of things not mine
And ever again and again to be ashamed of being ashamed
Two playing cats chase each other and the only gift i bear to
But know this
here tonight
they play for you
And for things done undone and to be done
burns
Like the desert burns for on the desert there is only
fellowsuffering
rebellion and if more than one
fellowrevolution
balming
securing
satisfying
The desert bears no promises
heat
promises enslave me i have claustrophobia of the soul