Liquid lyrical La-La-Land
The Road to Oz? Hmmm?
I wonder where it is that
My mind goes to when
I find myself in uncertified space…
I lost my stray-jacket
Somewhere in a flickering forest
On an Icelandic Island in Utopia.
Did you see It?
Did you see what happened?
I think a meteor might have struck
And left a crater upon my…
Stop! Wait!
I apologize sincerely for her behaviour,
This Dr Jeckyll/Miss Hyde thing
Is a helluva business.
Imagine. Just imagine,
Visualise yourself outside
Of who you are
And inside of who I am.
It might be strange at first, in fact,
It might be strange for a while, but,
If you open who you are up to me
You will definitely see
That you and me
Are like branches of a tree
Outstretched in different directions
Yet still encountering the same
Basic accidents.
We trip over stones that we do not see.
We trip over boulders that we do see.
We trip over the roots of our very own tree.
Like Little Red Riding Hood we skip gaily
Through the forest with
Cupcakes and lemonade
And no thought to the
Big Bad Wolf.
And who is the Wolf?
Is it you?
Or is it me?
Or is the Little Red Riding Hood
That turned into a tree?
Riddles and Rhymes rock the Cradle
And the baby is exchanged
For a withering changeling,
Yet the baby lives on in an alternate place
Where leaves chime like miniature bells
Blowing in the breeze born
Of the breath of Neptune.
We mourn and tear
For our perceived loss
Within the intensity of fear
And…
Flitter-Flutter-Flash
The world looks different now.
Words escape the fringes of description
As they are cut back
To create gorges within the glaciers
That threaten to flood furiously
Throughout the farce that WE call
Relationship.
So where is the Road?
It was supposed to be there,
But, it wasn’t.
Double-crossed, singled-out,
Screwed!
And one flew
Over the cuckoo’s nest
It was said.
Who actually knows for sure?
It might’ve been one,
And it could’ve been two.
I thought that Oz was where I’m at,
Yet so it seems that I am wrong and right
And incorrect at best…
And so the game of Monopoly begins…
…shits…
“Go straight to jail and if you pass begin
DO NOT COLLECT R200!!”
Well, where the fuck is Elands Street anyway?
I know. I see.
I look. I weep.
I smile. I laugh.
I scream in ecstasy.
Yet all seems to be
A huge big funny fucking reality!
Ssshhh!
Hush little children
Go to sleep
Don’t mind the wailings
While I weep.
I do suggest that
You don’t peep
Cause something may reek
And wreak havoc
And chaos and what,
What will we do then?