Song Meat - Subtle

A frozen lake is solved

By all means…

Its The slowing down of your brain

Around that certain sort of math

The result…

Completely destroys the snow globe

Which results in…

One calling for an Eyewash and hand replacement

I suppose I’ve been brave

The highly unlikly rock and all its valves

Are roped off

As is the would find luggage dilemma

Of love and money

I know now the problem

Lies in no one wire of the human heart

No none of its 12 plugs can be pulled

To tear all veins in one fell swoop

Like wall socket roots

Through their smooth calm sheets of plaster skin

And much thinking makes so little of time

And of lives

Whats left are fires beating off of faces

Spreading in the heat left after beards

The bright red skeleton of a cynic

And the fine line differences in skin consistancy

However so slightly permanent

These are the things that will never be songs…

Never more wet concrete for song street…

This is not more wet concrete for new song street…

Not poor silked concrete for beneath lord songs soft feet…

Not poor song meat…

Not song not more raw wheat…

For the poem popes and sing job’s

Mastering the fast mean walks of big show street…

Fast