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DUMBASS

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub

Ain't it funny

when some dumbass

calls you a dumbass

and you know for a fact that

that dumbass

is the REAL dumbass? 




It's like he's talkin'

to himself

in the mirror

or sumthin'

THIS DREAM

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub

In the morning
I awaken once again
into this dream

In the blueness
of the day
the arrogance
of ordered existence
becomes clear

As the day darkens
I come to terms with
the illusion of meaning

I've taken to staying up 
while others sleep
spinning and turning in time

That blow to the head
could have felled a rhino
but all I did was stagger
about a bit
in that lovely planetarium
behind my eyes

Now
in my world of ambiguity
the universe precedes the big bang
the lesson begins the teacher
and the world passes right behind my eyes

In a parallel universe
I am perpendicular 

And like the world
it all makes perfect sense
if you don't think about it

SQUARE PEG

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub

I see you strugglingto reconcile who you areinsidewith that belief systemadhered to so rigidlyand handed down from yourfathers.
And I know so many wantto have a sense of belongingto something,but it doesn't really acceptyour kind, and you've known it all along--but still you try to fit yoursquare peg into that round hole(and they think that's dirty anyway).
Heyhere's something...
it's called THINKING FOR YOURSELF!
Give it a try sometime.
Simply involves learning to trustyour own instinctive and innate
sense of truth(been doing it since my youth).
Yeah give it a try.
You'll be as giddy as a kiddieon a merry-go-round.As happy as a pigin slop.
And the great thing isyou won't need to run out andsacrificeyour first bornwhen those Vincent Price voicesstart playing inside your head,becausethere are good treatment options for schizophreniathese days.

TENEMENT WORLD

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub



Poets and loverswhat did we learnin rooms filled with smokeinside this ugly tenement of a world?
Raging against heavenwhy do we existandcan any singular purposebe pursuedwhen all about is duality?
Trying to rewind timereturn to Sherwoodor the old womanwho lived in a shoewhere the sounds ofgrunting and moaningcould be heard at all timesof the day and nightas her laces came undone
Balling our brains outwith assumed namesunder an ashamed moonyour eggs unprotectedand my brain fried
(You're catching onto how it works--let's spend some timewith grandma Esperanzaha ha)
These mastersthese devils
The desperate wannabesat the karaoke bar
All is self-interestjust as I told youby the riverbankwhen we were seventeenrevealing too muchof a universe already transparentto my eyes
giving too much awayspoiling the game
And yet we play onfor old times sakejust to honor a memorynot completely faded

AS BELIEF SLIPS AWAY

I wait
you disappear
I have adapted to the uncertainty
having studied the meaninglessness
of everything
as belief slips away

The celibate angels
are heading home
bleeding from the mouth

These diminutive princesses
are walking with a phantom
eyes filled with sleep

Glasses are lifted

A muted announcer
a dark-eyed lover
a tipsy comedian
imitates a woman
violently histrionic

You're as freaky
as a Fellini movie
those painted faces
in a room full of rogues

But the critics
questioning the old notions
have forgiven the abstract world
and so must I

So I wait
through the long summer
for the sun to set
in some gilded autumn sky