Ghosting
Lyrics by John Brenner.
Ghosting
The mountains are a playground; love, another playmate. Ignorant of the law of gravity, an exposed, helpless child. Tread softly. Fairy tale of a boy, learning to feel shame. A religious irreverence, no better than a thief, on whose nature, nurture can never weigh. You taught me this language. Let this cup pass from me. Tread softly.
Natrificial
All is not well. What monsters you make of them. The play’s the thing. Make a heaven of hell, with dance and delight, a prince of power. Believe me, king of shadows, torpedoed, I’ve gone numb. Searching for a meaning. Time to forget. Wretched, rash, intruding souls, they run away, serpent stung, most delicate abomination. What cannot remember...Spring come September. Something more than seeming. Reckless measures. O…I need only patience. What need for ten? For five? For one? An excuse to fly...it’s treason otherwise. Searching for a meaning, something more than seeming.
Quantum Foam
Into a small boat, in a thunderstorm, across narrow bridges, above foaming streams. Chattering of perils, waking with a shriek, dreaming on the lake, what angel awakes me? I have had a vision, suffered with those I saw. Teach me how you look. We must have a wall.
Absolute Zero
Our revels are now ended. A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. The tedious minutes I have spent...I have seen nothing. Look down, you gods. Let your indulgence set me free. Telling the saddest tale that one may smile. A special provenance, forgetting any other home but this.
Invisible Cities
We are the school of reputation, greater than fear, than blissful ignorance. Arduous struggle, our chief safeguard, before you, daring to let it go.
Wordcrime
The lover
and the poet, alike in dignity. Let two more summers wither. Wondrous man do not
smile at me.
More than a little proud, less than a little loud. Mountains will heave to bring
forth born: a ridiculous mouse. Where should this music be? All the world will
be in love with night. The flattering truth of sleep, such as it is raw and
young. A spirit of no common rate. Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal ghost.