Arithmetical Birds

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If you've never stared off into the distance,
then your life is a shame.

– Adam Duritz


There it is,
The horizon.
It spins and twirls
Like when Amy
Hit the Atmosphere.
Its enigma lures,
A veiled heaven,

Singing:

All your life is such a
Shame, shame, shame.
All your love is just a
Dream, dream, dream.

I found her in a gutter,
This Desert Life.
The day I was
Born.
I could hear the
Wood split as daddy
Chopped that winter,
Heard the buzzards
Circling,
Their wings heavy with
Frost.
Below them,

A Murder of One.

As The Past looked on
Writhing his hands
The Corvus crowed,
Singing:

You don't wanna waste your life,
Baby.
You don’t wanna waste your life,
Now darlin’.

Change,
Change,
Change.*


*Italicized lyrics in the poem's body from the Counting Crows’ “A Murder of One.”

--11-07-09--
© 2009 vagrant moon

Quoleth

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To drive is better
Than to stand still,

I tell myself.

The past is a murderous
Fool, killing what he
Cannot keep
And keeping what
He cannot kill.

My lungs rage
With the teacher’s,
Like the frontman
Of a post-hardcore
Screamo band:

All is vanity!
A chasing after the
Wind!


--11-05-09--
© 2009 vagrant moon

Watermark

______________

Dear soul,
Enveloping you is a
Sad garden growing:
Plants thriving,
Apathetic and
Illuminating
Red,

Waving their hands,
Imagining a life without
Love, without
Longing.

Never is a sad
Oblivion swallowing
Time,

Harping on a distant past,
Angry at the present,
Vying for a future,
Effortlessly yet while flailing.

Tomorrow laughs at
Himself as his
Eyesight fades.

Laughter, it is said, is
Ample medicine for the
Soul.
Time disagrees

While avoiding
Oblivion, who is ever
Running toward
Death
!


--11-03-09--
© 2009 vagrant moon