Chimney Stack

chimney stack
outta whack
twisted back
steeplejack,
brick ruin
curl o' smoke
risin' to the sky,
fairytale
cobblestone dreams
all 'ansel an' gretel
yellow moon
on the perplexed side
with river rollin'
sweetly by,
lay me down in a field
o' daisies
an' I'll turn to the stars
infinity gazin',
in love with da twinkle
before yawns come on
with lids closin'
slip slip slip away,
quivering
like a summer breeze
somewhere nice an' hot,
driftin' off
into pipe dreams
smokin' like a
chimney stack

Exit from the Echo Chamber

Felt tired last night, good for nuthin'. Maybe too much crazy powder puff stuff that I been writin' about these last few days, too much powder puff, now catching up with me. All that grinnin' like a Cheshire cat, all that light coming outta my palms like some kinda magic stone commemoration trick...kinda gets to a point where something is taken outta me rather than put in. Better tone it down a little, keep to the things people understand, otherwise all this looks like other world moulded words, strange and disconcerting. No more Hiawatha to guide me from the canyon peaks, no more spirts who I like to think I talk to, who I kid myself I supplicate by delicate thoughts; put it all on the back burner for a while and step outta the echo chamber.

grinnin' like a Cheshire cat
I dream of dogs an' ponies
walkin' around thinking
I'm enlightened
when I'm only talkin' to ghosts
is the stuff of heartbreak,

bells ringin' in the distance
like a roll call of the dead
leave me dry mouthed
and in need of tea
think I'll sleep early tonight
with the window open