dancers

there are stars on the floor all you dancers
beware or they'll burn up your feet
they fell from the skies, and the heavens
the glittering gas balls of heat

they've polished the golden glass staircase
they've shone up the pillars as well
and everything's blue as an ocean
but you can see straight into hell

so the ladies are running and yelling
and the man says we cannot go out
the holes in the world are expanding
still the dancers are spinning about

the stars on the floor are all fading
the pillars have melted to lumps
the dancers have burned off their footsies
and now they shall dance upon stumps

there is something below us that's growing
there are fire's in us that burn deep
still the dancers will not lose their music
and the sinner's can not go to sleep

and heaven: she's light as a feather
and hell: he's as heavy as lead
but heaven will float in the distance
while hell will be there in her stead

A sense of finality

I scattered every word onto the floor
and double checked each syllable, sound and letter
I threw away your daylgiht and your nihgttime
and I reassessed your rotten ryhmes and your foolish structures
I sunk into one though, I fell into a blissful dream of reading
One sentence strange and bright and themeless
clearly thoughtless
just a process
you must have
but did you think this one through?
Were these words chosen or did they choose you?
"Sail onward downward swallow"
and did he float or did he sink?