SUNFLOWERS & SUNSETS
i raise this broken halo to the sky.
this is the storm that strands me here.
stopped waiting for a golden ship to rescue me.
this is the only age that i know how to be;
still make pretend i'm in the movie of my life.
stopped searching for the key that opens all the doors.
these broken fingers keep me from holding on too tight.
i turned and looked away from the angels face.
i still stomp through the puddles - the world spins beneath my feet.
stopped waiting for a golden ship to rescue me.
never wanted to know what will happen next.
i wonder how you can stand knowing what each new day will bring.
i think about art and i think about madness;
and are they truly joined at the hip?
was it Van Gogh who was crazy?
or the world that was crazy?
if i could touch the face of the gods i'd trade my ear.
so, i ran all the way home to read the words carved in cement by my house:
"live the life that you love; love the life that you live."
but i'd rather have a penny for every time it told me "NO!"
i shoot these flaming arrows at the flag and say "deny, deny, deny if that's what gets you through."
like that night that we ran through the Audi dealership smashing windshields.
an absolutely pointless and immature act
but it quieted our minds at a time when everyone was asking:
"why? why are we here?"
but i'm pretty sure now that i will never know.
