Hold On: Rude Awakenings

Rude Awakenings


I want
To drink pure water
From mountains made of concrete
I want
To rip the heart out
Of the last cannibal king
My dreams:
Such vast collages
Cut-up memories
I see
These marriages
Marauders following

(Chorus)
Sometimes
Rude awakenings
Are inescapable
With time
All awakenings
Inescapable

I go
Up to the bowery
Of Lady Pygmalion
To give
Back to her sweet cherub
All of his poisoned darts
I don’t need
To give a moor’s last sigh
I don’t need that kind of love
But indeed
Bombay is burning
And I’m a prodigal son

(Repeat chorus)

Maybe
I’ll keep it regional
These things I forge in my soul
Slowly
I have grown arrogant
This ain’t no panopticon
My dreams:
Aren’t quite as lucid
As when I was seventeen
I flee
To the Unreal City
Marauders following

(Repeat chorus)


December 12, 2008