just a song

there rings a celestial tune,

like a ragtime explosion,

people actually climb inside

of this invisible mindcraft,

and float off into a dancing sea

of momentary forgetfulness,

warm waves of nothingness

cleanse every pore

of the spongy soul,

all psychosocial filth

runs away,

leaving just the sweet kernel;

the unscarred child,

to move freely about the universe;

kick, shout, wiggle, dream;

a moment of thoughtless paradise,

unaffiliated with the woeful

thorns of this tangled

societal briar we’ve created.

 

it is a glorious sensation.

 

I knew her myself,

once, before the curs of conformity

gnawed me to my cynical frame.

 

perhaps, it wasn't the song at all.

perhaps, I was just happier then.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

sounds like i want my afterlife to be like...'warm waves of nothingness' which for me is void of all the psychosocial filth of this world. as a matter of fact i picture it becoming one with the universe in eternal music and color.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Still brilliant as always, Tim. Good to see you again.