oh the leaves in the trees

[revolutionrabbit]

oh the leaves in the trees and the trees in the leaves
the stars in your eyes and the eyes in the stars
the silence of the grave and the smoke from the moon
each thought descends into its own individual hell
too soon the crazy clock strikes two thousand twelve
pell-mell into the maelstrom of meditations on lost
paradise and parallel reality on a box of infernos
on last luck and lunacy revolving retrospect glory's spin
it's what you can tell them you been to go here or there
its the shape your in and the kind of sin that gets you in
it's the style of words that you choose to savage them
on whatever passing fancy that captures your wild whim
waiting on some street corner flipping a dirty penny
that nevertheless falls upward on the wager on nothing
you guess that cracks in the sidewalk hold some meaning
to the bird that just flew out the window of the universe
you were amused with women that walked by like sheets
of poetry that were empty and waiting to be filled with love
like the poems that were drunk on forever and never sever
it's the snakes in the grass that find that magnificent hole
give enough fake rope and they hang their hopes on gropes
in the dark and they play the lark in the dimming gloom
it' s the tears in the flimsy flood of lipstick and dark eyeliner
it's the mirrors of the Illuminati that reflect who you are
it's metaphysical solitaire that you play with killer cards
handed to you when you marched in the saints shoes
is the fire in the hole that they got down below it's clowns
and things made of glues and gums the words and their bums
it's the dumb and the deluded that seeks a light in tunnels ends

[dadio]

Powerful poem