We can't slow down, We can't hold back Though you know we wish we could

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