My Literary Entheogenicide

(Hurricane Migration Patterns)

Honey, this hurricane can’t stay here no more

Cause, every tunnel or a funnel has to eventually move to a north shore
Can’t, stay in the middle, dreaming aloud with sour grapes on, the vine
And every time I see your prose, pass me by, a shadow fragments on the street
I’m embarrassed I’ve said too much, even when the works lay naked at our feet,
So not this time, won’t be coming home, weather… not this time,
But there are trinkets still to be left behind
Left behind
Left behind
Left, behind ~

Liquin, this hurricane can’t remain so faint, anymore

Cause, every one you meet, friendly at greet, and it’s the door
Can’t stay in the middle, dreaming aloud, sour grapes on, the vine
And every time I see your prose, pass me by, a shadow fragments on the street
I’m embarrassed I’ve said too much, even when the works lay naked at our feet,
So not this time, I won’t be coming home, I’m weathered back to grey… but
I want to thank you for helping me sigh, again,
We’ve gotta laugh or else we’ll cry
You helped me sigh
You helped,
and I did,
I sighed ~

So please don’t call me jaded, clumsy and foolish

And please let me by when I cling to your side
Ignorance, Ignorance, Ignorance, and I begin to lose flight
Had to come back down, rested upon nothingness, said get out, now
Calendar your empathy; you’re better when you’re a smaller man…
But you’re also better than that,
You’re better than that
You’re better than small
You’re better than that
You’re better than that
And we’re getting better ~

David Powers
December 6, 2009