Clatter and Hiss - Western Addiction

Berms and swales crest without care

Clutch sacred vessels, throw salt in the air

Screaming horse under tremulous mass

These near missives shall come to pass

Think it’s time, you and I, headed out

Before the strata flex and widow’s might offer drought

But the clatter and the hiss of all that is amiss

Conspire to concede humility and grace

Come land, come sea, come air or fire

When fissures cleft, tigers and diamonds

Swallowed intact, we can extract retribution

For the clemency, the awkward, the hungry

But the clatter and the hiss of all that is amiss

With self entitlement and pangs

Persistent premonitions and spastic fits of reason

Conspire to concede humility and grace

I guess I thought this wouldn’t happen

I regret being such a terrible person

I had a feeling

Humanize the proceedings

As bedlam

Succumbs

To order

But the clatter and the hiss, no time to reminisce

Kiss the boys and clutch the kids and with a

Promissory bid to step from the grid

Where worldly possessions they can’t mock me

Where worldly possessions they can’t mock me

Where worldly possessions they can’t mock me

They mock me

They mock me

They’re laughing

They mock me