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I Need(The Dead Snake Engineer)
NEED! needneedneedneedneedneedneed
Need! take heed of need
need needs no numbers
need needs no names
no not no net no noose needs need
need needs nothing
no never
not need
I need. i need a code word for the afterlife
ready, in effect
before conscious thought takes over
before a wrong action
from a good intention occurs
a selfish sacrifice
when you know there is something to gain
like the moon and the planets
or a bicycle wheel
a wooden arrow
or a hard piece of steel
i need a transformer
so i can be transmogrified
so i can be gentrified
so i can be fonzi
and follow the vessel
the star of my sleeping sky
my muse when the eyes are open
i need a telepathicary
to show me what is right in front of me
to show me what i choose not to see
or who to believe
like the priests of my youth
whose fingers were loose
who supposedly only live for the truth
i don’t believe in anything
i’ll trade it all in for a cup of tea
i believe in everything
it’s just not that important to me
it’s just that it’s not open to me
it’s closed from some form of trickery
some devious plan to control me
entrap, ensnare, and enroll me
at twentyone percent annually
sometimes it feels like a bad dream
like a memory of a sleastack
or a broken bells crackled yell
an earthquake chasm straight to hell
and i fight to keep my feet above the ground
i fight to remember to breathe
to see beyond the pollution of light
beyond the dillusion of might
beyond the glare of awareness
i need to be part of something bigger than myself
bigger than what i can give
with this body
bigger than the bloom of my self importance
deeper than the first visual symbol
of a word
to the primal lingual taproot
the greatest gamblers trap shoot
the golden egg
the sacred journey home
the meandering river
the writhing snake
i need to coil and strike while the iron is hot
under the golden arches
preaching the real thing
to a deregulation nation
on unleaded embediments
with psychic empediments
i need to get rid of time
i need to regulate entropy
i need to reconcile private property
i need to face what i want to hide from
i need to seek the truth
at whatever the cost
i need to believe that the ideal can become real
i need to overcome my fear of death
i need to know
that i will never know
and it’s ok for me to let go
i need to sit and do nothing
beach blanket babylon
beach blanket babylon
take me on a boat to avalon
to a house made with bones from a mastadon
and i’ll sing you a song that the road made long Read the rest of this entry »
