fingertips

channel yourself into the waves around you
close you eyes and open your ears
what food is this you speak of
we are now one and whole

united we hold hands, like birds on the fence
but we believe in what there is
just don't tell me, or ask me, or hand out flyers
ill read it and put in my back pocket, just in case

heres where the double comes from
whats a double

exactly, you thought something else didnt you
a paragraph on something that is 2 in 1
possibly 3 in 1 or more, but who cares
im just a man hidden in darkness

do i age, do i feel, do i weep
i dont do anything, i just be
this is my life
and im creating something that's meant to be

a poet, a sloon, a wisherwasher magoo
blind, hated, misunderstood
yet loving and smiling and, kissing her mouth
i cannot do that now, for i am in darkness, didnt you know

i keep telling you but guess you'll figure it out anyway
what the darkness really is
where old souls lie to waste
that is where you will find me breathing

the fire out my nose
the turnip at my feet
no more alone
can i help you

HOW! explain to me you must
i cant read minds yet i am getting there
as i play with my lips
give you a pen and sign it in my blood

my blood is wine
you need an inkwell
like an octopus
let me rest

i cant go on
make your decisions fast
for i am tired of soul
but very alive in my fingertips