Believe the field! 

The Beautiful Magnetic Field! 

     Rings around the sky

     Of eyeballs with wings

           

Diving amorphous peripheries

     Sanctioned by the 

Never ending tale of comity 

      Like flies in a barrel

   A jellyfish in the tub

   A frozen finger on the dashboard

 - best to not think about it too hard

       Try to let the hours wash over you 

      As a field of tired greats 

   Well somewhat greats

  Are imprisoned in the past 

Watching tv shows they care not for

Care not for

        Are you talking about yourself again

   Who is in the backseat 

   Oh it's just a vacuum 

I borrowed it 

I left a thousand embraces

         Curtailed the soul

      Bylined by the antipathy 

Of fundamental variances

   Staged a coup

    With the mystics

Of Sardinia

         The time was nigh

So too were the sea lions

We painted our boats 

A bloody red 

      And laughed as the beer spilled 

      Treason was at hand surely

 But we watched sunsets 

   At Dunsmuir factories gates

    And stole the tired walk 

        With a handful of options

    Try don't try do don't do 

      Somewhere the keys were mislaid 

     In a bin of rubbish

   

Centered

On ambiguous promulgation

The nether region

     Legions

        Sycophants say what 

       Then go to jail   

Don’t pray

   For anyone’s failures she said

    There’s mysteries too deep

              For the fragile ice 

Of your judgments

I skated away

Torn failure

       Fever minded

   Scrotum faced 

                             Mugfug  

Oh that’s not nice 

Be brave

     Lost mitten for the 

              Kitten 

 And the cat

          Stay clear 

       Fingers are important

             Read carefully

        The aluminum necked

              TB

                                                Got that certain twang

Sidle up to the bar

For another gin & tonic

 A casket of forgiveness 

   We stopped where the trees began

Here she said

   We dug and dug

Deeper and deeper

   And then words were said

    No one cried oh maybe a little

 Then we buried that forgiveness

For it was dead