BETWEEN THE SCREAMS OF YIN AND YANG

Duties -- what is this dust that blinds us?
These lies we choose to believe
To buy or not to buy? Is that the question?
Do I need it today?
Should I just say ok?
I don’t have a plan
just do what I can
But people aren’t easy to please

I cut the strings and became a runaway Pinocchio
A rebellious puppet
To see my name on paper
Does that make me more real?
Under the skull I sense the squishy grey matter
O kill-able! -- die-able!

As paranoid as a pope
The night wraps round me
I breathe the breath of time
But if the wind blows....
Our wind, the wind of our making
The wind of all winds
That will crack our teeth, and
still our tongue, and eat our breath.

look! Look!
Find what’s left in the ashes of the fire
What metal remains
The incombustible us
I carry my own corpse
While I run between the screams of Ying and Yang

Clickity click with the snap of the fingers
The optimist blinds me with his light,
Clear days ahead, sunshine and blue skies
Sugared vinegar and the syrup of god
Served up in a universe that will always be tomorrow