Hanging Onto Paradigms

Inside grows dour each passing hour, another second hand mouthful of sand Falling into guillotined arms fully embraced, Take me wherever inevitability goes, Nah, been down that road peeled back every layer, there’s nothing there not even the bare, Shine or rust ashes nor dust No answers resignation to hope, No common ground only random expectations, No opening eyes to claustrophobic lies, Severed arm’s feel damn good I’m getting rid of mine gonna grow wings Oh look at the birds fly they eat each other too, Rabid and full of zest laying proxy eggs one flew over many a nest, Take five, four times daily in any order, pick and mix just be sure to take them all, Anxiety winsomely subsides senses assuaged, numb and nullified dehumanised Back at the source, udder contentment suckling teats, oh heaven’s so sweet life’s a three way street live die repeat Ever think about hell What you mean I’m made of atoms They can fly anywhere over hills and far away Yes but eventually decay like leaves in clay fertiliser for another day, All we need is a seed encoded or laced with DNA Add water add light stir slowly season with time, Slap on the botty a primal scream, Here comes potential or another toothless dream, Hush life form! all’s not, what it seems By David Kavanagh