Clara’s Dream

The timer started at the beginning, but she didn’t hear the bell

She slept through the night in ethereal delight tossing and turning

Sweating it all out

 

They fall to the ground, the trees sway in the wind

A cricket dances in the grass, the grass grows a little long

The song is a little mute

 

The dead dance down the hallway feeling the air

The scrumptious, the reason for the season

The Bernadine’s are all gone

 

She felt it in her legs, the wearing of the bells

The bells ringing in the winter morning light

A new day, a new way

 

The generated funds were squandered on fun, totally worth it

Love trysts in the sweaty nights and again in the mornings

A friend in May  now sits in the sun, a living cell

An organism. Love, family, distribution of confusion

Solution is gaining insight into the night

 

“Hear me now!” he shouted

“The end is nigh, the end is ever coming. It will always be ether

It will always be the beginning. The end is the new, the new is the old.

‘Why me?’ you ask.

Because you

You are. That’s it

Stop asking so many questions

The institutions defined the claims

And lied about your earnings

Welcome to life little buddy”

 

Pt. II

 

Theo’s part was given to the blonde but he couldn’t get it right

 The detective played by a Malkovich wannabe sold his ring for drugs and ended up odd in an alley

 He’s Chicago bound ready for the new scene

The scene was gone however another bullet made right

 

The might of the sword the might of the pen the might of who you think you are when read

The bed is made the lead is gaged now it’s gotta roll down this hill.

Hey Marty, did you see him in the sky last night with your Jesus delight your faithfulness and the seven stars, seven churches, seven scars

he pulled a mighty sword out of his mouth

The clouds part red, gods parted and we went on our merry way.

The olden times which were modern times which were future times are now the past.

 We look back and Jude them all

There’s always a little hope on the horizon.

 We got bored then we ignored the signs slapping us in the face.

 Legacy and dancing rhetoric prance and dance in the hallways late at night.

The diner server drops her plate and cries.

Another treat for another year gone by. When will she see bloom again?

Rain patters the tiles above as the tv softly shines.

He sits on the couch