the madman and the thick of it 07162017

in a final moment found inside a naked violin
whilst sipping tea and eating biscuits, i seem
to be becoming quite wide in the seams.
oh, comely… come to thee.

we paint ourselves in sounds and watch the monkey
play with the doors, upside down, and listen. to
truly listen for life like tear drops falling down.
oh, comely… come to thee.

bouncing balls and never fading dreams that never
seem to listen to the dreams of one’s heart and soul…
on strings we have strung in all the words sung.
oh, comely… come to thee.

all of these words, we say now in song, sing along
after we have felt the feeling and concluded deeper
meaning… it is wrong. i am wrong. i am the feeling.
oh, comely… come to thee.

all of the thoughts can sometimes hit states of utter
confusion… if the record skips, who needs the fools
to think the world is full of shit and decaying softly.
oh, comely… come to thee.

~jas #hodabes

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