SOME TOWN

SOME TOWN

Real life is clandestine
The distance is an unclear view
it is a shape on the landscape
not defined and not open to interpretation
It can be smoking and you see conflict
it can be calm and you see peace
It can be bright with sunlight and you see happiness
it can be dark and you think darkness
Looks are deceptive, And a landscape aware of itself
can blind your eyes.

The fire and the tongue
Usually spells disaster
In a closeness as thick as any catastrophe
Untruth devastates the community

And they stacked and stacked the layers
one on top of another
Packed and packed the spaces
with clutter from the gutter
and stuff that didn't matter
and wrecked each others lives
one after another.

( And they ran about in circles
chasing all the tails
hammering in the nails,
round and round houses
in and out of doors...)

There are no paths inside this place
not even made by walking
The way out is stamped under foot,
Options are an experts dream
Emotions are a psychologists hell !

( There are more birds here than anywhere I've been
They sing in the morning and all day,
They even sing in the middle of the night,
They don't want to know what's going on.
There are more cats here than I've ever seen,
They are happy all night and calm all day.
In the morning they always come back to you
They don't care what's going on. )

I remember
how naive I was and how stupid
I was until I got involved,
Now I am wiser
I remember
How mature I was
And think how childish I am
now that I have got involved

( The paradox is clandestine clandestine, )

The comedian takes a bow
and laughs louder than the audience
They found nothing
in everything,
They found everything
in a pin-hole.

Weight on top of weight
clandestine thoughts tearing away at you
fog upon the clarity
miscellaneous complexity
your kingdom has been for thee

This is just some town
same as the next town
some town absent,
Some town vacant...............