Android Warehouse

At the edge of the wharf you look down into mercury imagining
Reflections of yourself filtered through deep soul mining
In a sea if wet dreaming and cold calculation
your mouth an open book of moral indignation
hitting the ground again, your face to cushion the blow
learning to fly is not all about what you’ve got to show
through righteous indignation and spirit wrenches
to the whistleblowers waiting on green park benches
on the wings of covert foreign black-op adventures
past cowering men in blood filled trenches
through clouds of paranoia and lead weight self-doubt
through mazes and trick doors clearly marked ‘way out’
you follow the hand that seeks to distract the eye
trying to see but hoping-against-hope never to spy
the secret that lurks up those volumous sleeves
like the creatures that rustle under dry autumn leaves
like the eyes of the speaker in spotlight glare
like the secrets revealed in politician stare
like the lies that you wish your mother never told
and the pieces of heart that your sister sold
for comfort in her hour of deepest need
to the man who had drowned in his own damaged seed
waiting forever the bottle level dropping
waiting even after her love came to stop him
So you watch from the wings of your life’s opening night
daring not to venture that close to the light
For fear that your bones might be improperly revealed
Picked over, analysed, the skin from them peeled
And yet it’s by your own light that you are illuminated
Lifted up above the herd and self-incriminated
Your words against you they will gainfully employ
For whom the gods notice they will seek to destroy

February 2007

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