Invasion of the Mind
On my humble travels I
once came across
a red brick house
red stolen from a
cock's tail feathers
lips bitten bloody and
the fire engine on 83rd
street
the walls were strong but I
found a chink
light cascaded out
peering in, though
I found
complete darkness
but for a black
iridescent shining
glinting dangerously from
the miscellany strewn
about.
I wanted to get in
I needed to get in
into that secret brick
house where almost decipherable
murmurs escaped
from the chimney
like smoke.
I clawed at the walls
at the chink
the bricks
the fissures around this
mind
I kicked and bit
until my teeth
broke up
my fingernails cracked
and bled
until my feet
were crippled
still no dent upon this fortress.
And the walls
they were strong, but
they wanted me to
break in so
I went around to
the back
and tried the door
it was unlocked.
On my knees
I crawled through
this dungeon
but
I knew that it was
Heaven,
too.
I found a teddy bear
with its paws rubbed
raw
a curled lock of
graying hair with copper strands
still glinting out faintly
I found stretched out
jumpers and worn out sun hats
a bag of dried tears I found
heart breaks
headaches
fake smiles
angry, unheard cries
embarrassment
regret
deep, stabbing
pain
splashed red
upon the dusty carpets
woven with unsaid
and forgotten words.
I found I could not
rise from my knees
and so I sunk
to a prayer postion
my third eye
kissing ground.
My clothes were ripped
ragged they were
moths; ghost white
with holey lace wings
they fluttered away
away
I was naked and my skin
parted to allow the
ground to push up craggy furniture
and shape my inner
terrain.
I knew the outside
of this inside, but
not what lay beneath
it
became massaging
hands
soft as Rose's petals
with nails sharp as
her thorns
I was the secret
enclosed in every
flower's center;
now I was just a figment
of this mind's
imagination.
Title Quote: Ain't No Rest For the Wicked, Cage the Elephant
