Proteus Lives!
First it was
the snow,
oh no! oh no!
oh
no!
I could not
let it go,
the snow, the
snow,
the snow
Floating in
the sky,
it fell, it
fell,
it
fell,
I do not know
why,
oh well, oh
well,
oh
well.
Then it was
the ice a cruel and cold device that sped me on my way and led me far
astray it burned and froze my heart from the very start I could see the
cold design at the start of every line….
Mist
then began a
twist
warm and
wicked.
list
warm
was the drip
drop.
storm
all it
bring-
brought.
I fell into a
hole
hello.
I cried into a
bowl.
oh no.
I lit the
flying kite.
for spite.
I turned into
the night.
no light.
And Proteus,
he
laughed.
And This Is Our Music
We follow the
music because it is what we know:
We like to
take trips if we can!
Loooooooooong
trips.
cRAzY!! trips.
Nothing is
what it seems.
We read
between the lines
and listen to
our dreams.
If it's a no,
we look for the snow!
If we can find
snow
then away we
go
talk, talk,
talk, talk
we shovel all
we know.
Our words
can't unwind
that numb part
of mind
when we ride
the blade
for which
we're designed.
If there is no
snow we take the H-train!
Hurry………
Snow is fast,
but the H- train is
slow.
We sit and
stare and
drool
and feel
warm. So warm we love
the drip.
drop. The tip
Top of
heaven and
hell.
Listen and
smell.
Warm.
Is this the
way to go?
We don't.
No.
If the H-train
is all booked we call Mary!
She's golden
earth green.
She grows in
between
with a sticky
unclean
that some call
obscene.
We laugh and
talk and eat.
We breathe and
cough and sleep.
We lie and
steal and cheat.
We crawl and
inch and creep.
If Mary is
busy we call my friend Al!
Everyone likes
Al.
He lives in
City Hall.
In the White
House,
in our
teacher's house,
Al learns to
live with all.
Al comes to
us.
We fight and
we screw
and pass out
at night.
We shut out
the light
and don't know
what's true.
We can't
understand this. Can you?
Sailing our
ships
we rock, smoke
and weave.
staggering, we
are hit with a chair.
Al, are you
still there?
But we dare
not believe.
Its fun
and dumb
and we feel
numb.
Its wrong
and its right
and we do it
for spite.
We laugh
and we cry
and we're
dying to die.
And this is
our music…
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