Come inside,
we all agree,
we’ll give you a tick,
we’ll invite you in
so you can herd us
to your penitentiary.
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Come inside,
we all agree,
we’ll give you a tick,
we’ll invite you in
so you can herd us
to your penitentiary.
It’s a rainy day in paradise,
there’s fire in the hearth
and water on the window;
I slumber in the armchair,
far from hysteria and fear.
There is silence in the compound
we can’t speak without a sound
barbed wire is stretched and strained
our hearts are tightly bound.
And while we fawn
she takes away our
individuality,
makes us
all wards of the
dark State and legislates
for personal morality;
history shows the letter
of the law kills everything
but we overlook that
as just a formality.
We sang the hymns,
those songs of truth,
and our hearts rose
to their sacred tunes
and soared on their belief
to touch the very edge
of heaven itself.
I turn the page,
every day
I turn the page
but the story
never changes,
even though the words
I try to rearrange.
We wear fine costumes
befitting our status as lords
and ladies; we step out
adorned in fine cloth
that covers our nakedness,
except from those who
see through the finery.
PASSENGER
In the back seat
of the automobile
the air is thick and
sticky; the windows
are stuck closed
and the miles drift by
as slow as a Sunday
drive; most days I
enjoy the journey
but today, I’m just
waiting to arrive.
Was it all you thought it would be?
Did it measure up to the anticipation
you had courted throughout the day
as, first by car and then by plane, you
made your way home?