School

**Luzifer** · 09-23-2006 06:23 PM

This is me fiddling with stream of conciousness writing... nothing was deleted written in five minutes phrases coming as they will

Moonlight is dancing on the high wire
a whiskey still is coming after me
and I call to you, you say I'm a liar
but please dismiss with all this pleasantry
And take the sword that's in the anvil
and take it to queen whose on her throne
she sang to me said I was an angel
but I long dead have since turned to bone
I look around, I see a partitioned school house
I see the sun screaming out in pain
In the trash bin is the name Gauss
As people tear the chalkboard down again
And I’m ducking a bullet shot by slaver
Who is singing in a voice I can’t understand
But what is the gun? Why is it in labor
I don’t know but it gnawing at my hand
I see a sleeping boy, I see a crying thinker
I watch them both beat each other up
And they bleed while a tall queen tinkers
With toys made of souls and holy cups
There is a taskmaster shouting backwards
In sunlight songs and sever hands and shapes
She turns to me and asks me what’s the password
I say “I don’t know” with my mouth a gape
There is a firestorm, running down the hallway
Its burning up the ashes it consumes
There’s a twirling bird sitting at the crossway
A young man swatting at it with a broom
I see to lovers they are casting eyes
At each other and into to the lake
Where they will one day toss their dice
And maybe by then she might have to fake
A mortar shell it keeps the tempo
As the rolling cards are flying on the wind
And they land on the grave of Rambo
Where Norris rose to die with just a grin
So is this hell, or is this heavan
I don’t know but the clock is turning three
That means, my friend, that at half past seven
Was when I came but now I have to leave
But in the library I’ll be tossing stones
Or maybe books if I’m feeling rather cold
You can find me there if you are alone
I will be but by then I might be old