I wrote this poem in my twenties. I'm now in my fourties. It's funny how something can travel through time to become a song so much later. another funny thing about this song is that it took me about a half an hour to conceive and record the video. It just kind of poured out.
Original Poem
Blood, Bones, and Fish
The fish I take from pond are silver
I rake them cold to make them quiver
I shake them bold to drown a sliver
Spilled on the coffee table of my soul.
Broken buttons jam my memory box
I hit select, but my motion doesn’t stop
Quaking and shaking my vacant morality
Into an inverse spirituality that causes
Me to laugh uncontrollably
Into the mouth of my venerability
Like a caged octopus in heat
I flail my limbs at rapid speed
And heed no one else’s need
Because I’m a victim of gentility
A willing servant on his steed
Gallivanting toward whatever
Lies untouched by my attention;
And my lust is calling me
To feed on unproductive things.
The deer I slay in past are red
I break their bones to make my bed
Their meat is neat upon my sheet
Their sinews wrap around my feet.
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