when the flood comes
you have no home - you have no walls
you have no home - you have no walls
F L A S H C A R D
yep - she gave birth to me
changed my many thousands of dirty diapers
changed my many thousands of dirty diapers
she fed, bathed me - nurtured me
she showed me things
love and survival
techniques
giving her a grand-daughter
who she got to know briefly - the resemblance
is uncanny - stunning - running
giving her a grand-daughter
who she got to know briefly - the resemblance
is uncanny - stunning - running
panting - letting go eventually - and so
i swim to safety - still swimming
(preferably cold water - a lake or quarry)
i swim to safety - still swimming
(preferably cold water - a lake or quarry)
this burden - weighing me down
catching my breath - not
catching my breath - not
stranded starfish have no place to hide
still waiting for the swollen easter tide
and so in the gradual fermenting of my formula
in the tick tock thickening of my arteries, my shortness of breath
in my weakening knees and feet - hanging
winding the clock tight in suspension
until she stops
in the thunder crash
you're a thousand minds, within a flash
in the tick tock thickening of my arteries, my shortness of breath
in my weakening knees and feet - hanging
winding the clock tight in suspension
until she stops
in the thunder crash
you're a thousand minds, within a flash
in the remembrance of all
my careless conquests
the quickening
the quickening
i remember her
having passed
ten years
ago
lung cancer
her consistent tenderness
later in life succumbing - surrender
later in life succumbing - surrender
watching her relinquish her rhapsody
with the men in her life - one train wreck
after another - she had me - her little boy
her son, to ease the chronic pain
and suffering - albeit
briefly
briefly
it's like nothing matters anymore
and yet yes - it does
i can still move
forward without
her
waiting for my own cancer
to arrive
ah the good times
perpetuating circumstances
despite the odds
there's no point in direction
we cannot even choose
a side
and yet yes - it does
i can still move
forward without
her
waiting for my own cancer
to arrive
ah the good times
perpetuating circumstances
despite the odds
there's no point in direction
we cannot even choose
a side
and so we discover, all too late
that most medicinal miracle cures
are just a hoax, just a scam
BIG PHARMA calling them "placebo" - ah ok
where the mind "thinks", it's being taken care of by fake medicines that cost a lot
some work, most don't
returning to
something more - meaningful
more spiritual
back to a time when there was hope
that most medicinal miracle cures
are just a hoax, just a scam
BIG PHARMA calling them "placebo" - ah ok
where the mind "thinks", it's being taken care of by fake medicines that cost a lot
some work, most don't
returning to
something more - meaningful
more spiritual
back to a time when there was hope
in a whirving whirlwind where nothing is certain
in a world where nothing makes sense except for us
the two of us rotating in redundancy
the moon orbiting the earth
orbiting the sun
the moon orbiting the earth
orbiting the sun
yes, your train-wreck relationships with men
over and over and over again
still finding me
your reason
to live
your reason
to live
first in your womb, in your sole creation
in your inability to connect and yet
in your ability to conceive
regardless
and so what goes around, comes around
they call it "covert incest" in psychiatric circles
finding home in the familiar
in our children
what gives
bad things happen
where's the good advice
it's all empty promises with no substance anymore
now that she's gone
our so-called 'authorities' (doctors, lawyers, priests, politicians)
have no idea what any of this means
and fundamentally
don't care
it's all about control
the caustic creative contagion contingency
the one they don't tell us about
what you don't know
won't hurt you
hospitalized
and hemorrhaging
alone again
ok, it's not sexual
but it is dysfunctional
proprietary
universal
what gives
bad things happen
where's the good advice
it's all empty promises with no substance anymore
now that she's gone
our so-called 'authorities' (doctors, lawyers, priests, politicians)
have no idea what any of this means
and fundamentally
don't care
it's all about control
the caustic creative contagion contingency
the one they don't tell us about
what you don't know
won't hurt you
hospitalized
and hemorrhaging
alone again
ok, it's not sexual
but it is dysfunctional
proprietary
universal
it's in all the tragedies and injustices
surrounding us on any given day
there's always her familiar
touch me again
i miss you
i miss you
deliriously defaulting
into a safety net that envelops us
in self entrapment
in self entrapment
yes - a reason to live
inside this thing outside of me
returning the sustenance
in an ever diminishing dementia
lost voices echoing down
a long cold corridor
well lit (funded) and yet
shimmering in short supply
inside this thing outside of me
returning the sustenance
in an ever diminishing dementia
lost voices echoing down
a long cold corridor
well lit (funded) and yet
shimmering in short supply
it's not what i wanted
this dependency
i don't want to feel dependent on anyone
and yet when you are sinking into the abyss
there's that certain sense of comfort
that comes from knowing
that someone is there
with you
i'm not a religious person
but i believe in god
i believe in her
only because she's the only reason
i wish to remain
here
here
coming home just feels good
no expectations and yet - yes here we go
no expectations and yet - yes here we go
it's clean, pure - no judgements
only real love
a love that can only come
from a child
f l a s h c a r d
don't be afraid to cry of what you see
don't be afraid to cry of what you see
the actors gone
there's only you and me
there's only you and me
and so where does this leave us
in a thousand years
i'd like to think that someone, somewhere
will remember us
dedicated to pansy edith batho
pat miller - april 16, 1932 - july 29, 2004