a sort of backdrop

 

by shaun lawton

the image was always the progenitor

 establishing the form the eye can see 

   it's not some remote object detected

 by your dilating irises, I mean

 the thing seen is all there is to this existence 

we as devoted audience remain the props

 who would have dreamed to serve its majesty 

if only we could have dropped from the thorns 

when long ago we knew we had some backup 

 

  

The Moon Light

I asked him if he were going to the shopping centre.
    "Excuse me, sir. Are you perhaps going to -- the shopping centre?"
He looked at me from behind those dark glasses
 and he hissed between his teeth the following words
 He said "I sell the honey from my bees and dark molasses."
It was a wonder that he didn't see me for my actions
A general inquiry into how things normally fall apart
In time adherence to a role brings satisfaction
No matter how the truth may ring within the art

Refraction Blues

Struck a drumbeat rhythm of a different plane 

anotha sorry sukka going down in the rain
You don't even have to know what you're about 

there's a shortage on the radio giving out a shout
Complimentary citizenship becoming all the rage 

pick the right poker chip it doesn't matter what
your age might be or eventually become if you're 

so much younger now than you were then
why do you look in the mirror and try not to pretend 

the only audience is you make it resonate
along the rhythms of the underneath and penetrating way

not just for mainstream acceptable pay there's another reason 

breathing and you know you ain't deceiving another motion 

out of control one more jolt from the earthquake 

tincturing the potion for the soul one portion 

for each distinct reverberation felt throughout 

the earth's crust trying to stay on our feet 

who do we trust singing in the street 

with instrumental prowess we'll bring you to your feet 

nice and easy, honest.

In spirit this is a deliverance, in practice we just want you to dance 

go ahead and ask us take a chance we'll get back to you with the answer 

before the beginning of the disaster spells out for a tad too long 

disenfranchising us from the equation to remain all the more strong.

At least this is the vision in the world that we'd all like most to see let us stand together
as testament that in addition to each other we can each also choose to do no wrong
and this is the reasonable discourse for us to take in order that we might get along
This is refraction blues. It's an attraction to slamming on brakes reaction
gardenia growing moves. Just in accordance with planting seeds out in the garden

so that everyone approves. It's just this little thing I like to call Refraction Blues.