confession

Shout, shout at the Moon

Shout all you want to

She won’t grace you with a whisper

She doesn’t wander, she isn’t like you

Though there are nights

I look up at the sky

And I witness a sort of reply

In her ancient, glassy eyes

They suggest a bigger, brighter, warmer light

Well, that Light leaves me burned from time to time

And I’m not sold.

 

If you’re looking for a confession

Then I’ve spent too long convincing

Myself I see things I don’t see

Because I needed a little (more like a resemblance of) peace

Putting pure and pretty words in mouths

With rotting tongues and crooked teeth

But at least they talked to me!

You’re not alone.

 

I stepped out like Peter in the sea

My waves ice cracking beneath my feet

So I covered my ears with my hands and said

I don’t hear a thing!

(But I’m getting cold.)

 

And looking up from where I lied

On my back to rest, I sighed

At the black birds circling in the sky

Looking down with pharisaic, beady eyes

Singing–well, it was more like a screech

Much too loud and unharmoniously

Do as you’re told!

 

Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told!

 

Oh shut up, let me sleep!