flicked at ya
snap
and a mandolin,
a keyboard
dribble out
some tune
baked in a
sunset
slice me
off a piece
of that
you are so
indigenous
to my heart
yet here come
the chainsaws
they'll chop
down the trees
the rivers will
be polluted
by nicotine
i say i can stop
if i want to.
and maybe today
i will
but i just won't
have anything
to replace it with
i can't plant
a new tree
i can't drain
the old river;
scars are permanent
to nature.
we are
nature
tainted
chemically-
enhanced
nature.
thats why
i'll listen to
descartes-
i'll take him
seriously as
you all take
your cigarettes
and i'll believe
we're all dreaming
and nothing exists
my fingers and hands
and this music
it's all in my head
my head-
and it takes up
no space at all!
but none of this
does any good
if the forests that
grew so richly
in my heart
were capable of being
decapitated
as well.
you and your ax
so proud of yourself
bring your living on
home to your wife
and call yourselves
intelligent,
worthy even.
what your outcome
may be
is yours to decide.
never forget-