Of Thee I Sing

Freedom is a precarious thing

And no more applies to me than it does to you

Ask the shoemaker.

Two plus two equals five

To believe anything else makes you insane

Vanzetti shakes over and over in his grave

Covering his ears

What’s dead can be killed again

In new faces and new terrors

Too many ists

Anarchist, Communist

Spread your legs because what’s mine

Is mine and what’s yours

Is mine.

You’re only a rebel from the waist downwards.

Two plus two equals three.

I reek of ignorance for thinking

Rights exist for the wicked

He’s clearly guilty,

The shoemaking man

Tarred and feathered by his own breath

By his neighbor’s fears

Ignorance is strength

I am sane

I am sane

Two plus two is four

(And one more)

I still believe in a place called

Hope

A place called

America

All animals are equal

But

Some animals are more equal than others

The Hesitant Dance

I dance around your words

As much, if not more

Than you dance around mine

Each step soft, unsure

A breathless question

I dare not ask

You dare not answer

We share our dreams but nothing else

Stuck in the dark that

We've chosen

(I'd choose that dark again and again)

I'd willfully lose my chance

For living in light

You are the Jilted Lover

Already

Too far from my saving

Too easily fragile

You'd only want my breaking too

It's safer to be alone

And whole

Then in a million little ---

And if you were to ask

I'd dance away fast

Into the comforting dark

Thick pillows of night

But you won't ask

As I promise it's safer

To dance on a million uncertain unsaid yesses

Then the finality

of a definitive

No

Passion and fire burn too hot

But the frigid winter's night

Is much too cold

Just continue

Continue to dance around me

As I dance around you

Monster-Man

break the broken girl

she's begging

lost and little

already gone

wishing she was alice so she could disappear down a rabbit hole

she's late she's late she's late

You're too late

to save so break

the late little girl sits

staring from her corner

up at the Monster from over her bed

she calls him Daddy

and cries

each new Monster Master Sir

is Daddy

what's new?

run alice run or you

will meet a Monster anew

Fault

Scene: Boy is alone, sleeping. Suddenly he feels a draft, and wakes up, sitting up in bed. There is a girl sitting on the edge of his bed.

Girl: This time, it was your fault.

Boy: I’m sorry?

Girl: This time it was your fault.

Boy: What was my fault?

Girl: Usually it’s mine, but this time it was yours.

Boy: Who are you, why are you here?

Girl: Those would have been the right questions, but it’s too late now. Your fault.

Boy: Are you on drugs?

Girl: I was one of the times when it was my fault. This time, it was a missed chance.

Boy: I don’t understand.

Girl: Next time, maybe it will work out.

Boy: Next time, what will work out? What’s my fault?

Girl: I’m sure you know.

Boy: I don’t even know who you are.

Girl: And therein lies the problem.

Boy: What are you even saying?

Girl: That it’s your fault. Not mine.

Boy: Yeah, got that. What do you mean?

Girl: I can’t break it down much more. This time-

Boy: It’s my fault. But what are you talking about?

Girl: A missed opportunity. It only comes once in a lifetime, you know.

Boy: Right, well, I’m sorry.

Girl: You aren’t.

Boy: Well, no, probably because you’re crazy, and you broke into my room, and I have no clue what you’re talking about.

Girl: I just wanted to tell you, that this time, it was you who was wrong. It’s usually my fault, but this time it’s yours. 
 Boy: What did I do?

Girl: You waited too long.

Boy: I don’t get it. What did I wait too long for?

Girl: I’m gone now. There’s no second chances this time.

Boy: And I suppose that your being gone is my fault?

Girl: No. You not acting when you were supposed to was your fault. Me being gone is just life acting like life.

Boy: I don’t understand.

Girl: You think too much. You always have.

Boy: Oh yeah, and how do you know this? I don’t even know you.

Girl: We’ve known each other lifetimes.
Boy: What does that even mean?

Girl: Stop deflecting. You know I’m right.

Boy: Right about it being my fault?

Girl: No.

Boy: Right about what?

Girl: You always think too much.

Boy: Fine. Whatever. I guess that means it’s always my fault then.

Girl: No, most times it’s mine.

Boy: And those are the times you think too much?

Girl: No, those are the times I think too little.

Boy: I still don’t understand.

Girl: It’s ok, I can wait.

Boy: I thought you said there were no second chances.

Girl: There aren’t any second chances right now.

Boy: So what are you going to wait for.

Girl: The next time.

Boy: I don’t understand.

Girl: It’s ok, you don’t have to yet. I just wanted to let you know, that this time it was your fault.

Boy: What is my fault?

He turns to look, and the girl is gone. He shakes his head, lays back down, and falls asleep.