Dreams of Eternal Silence

it shouldn't look as if it hurts
these simple short arresting words
indicators incidental indeed it must be
they and she and we and oh yes he
So why don't they seem so when we weep?



sew our lips shut shall we then?
should we ever whistle sweet?
if we strike a key or pluck a pen
will we be too indiscreet?
will we lose our dearest friend?
we don't enjoy such secrecy
a secret stinks like rotting meat



they shot God down last night
the poor tortoise was gunned down mid-flight
Kylie crashed to the earth as a meteorite
and while the humans are fighting over media rights
he revives in his burrow of clay and dolemite



if we were the sun we would live in the dark
if others then called us let's say "a bright spark"
we'd deny it because we'd imagine we're dust!
after all what else would be between us and stars?
just some tiny specks like Jupiter and Mars
an asteroid belt and some cosmonauts



do as we say, not as we do
don't listen to what we say, watch what we do
if can't means we don't want to after all
then won't means we're an unscaleable wall
these scripts don't seem suited to the task
to a poet, a queer, or a sassy jackass