The Gag Gift (Revised) by 12thCenturyFox, literature
Literature
The Gag Gift (Revised)
It had taken two years
for the doctor to unearth
the hole, lying in wait in my heart.
And from this pinhole well, gushed a
foretelling of the manner which
the heart, at times, bleeds right out of me
beneath brave smiles, and beyond
the wincing eyes of strangers,
primed for a polite ambush.
Next year I may turn twenty.
Not the milestone that most would celebrate,
but a landmark nonetheless;
should I be condemned to a life as its squatter.
Each year becomes harder to honour
And this time, I've grown the authority
to see it an archaic, futile chore.
When that morning shone into the kitchen,
I placed thirteen candles on my birthd
With pale mint shag to spoon my heels,
stuffed into tunnels within minimalist sneakers
with a lick of fire brick on each tongue.
Taut torso arched over, poised beyond the edge.
My chin, balanced on a bed of fingernails.
Elbows kneading into impressionable thighs,
slung over the cliff of the bench, like loose dough
wrapped around a slackening thread
As the chill draws numbing breaths
Then an engine growls into my attention,
like a reborn, restive hound
And noise comes to life.
Clambering into the shuttle,
I convulse and begin to thaw
as it takes me sun bound.
To warmth again.
I grow stale in my bones.
With blood I'm not alone;
we dry together in harmony.
And the sandstorm cuts my face
as I pick up my pace,
so I'll stay inert 'til you really need me.
What a... stunning sun.
Burning blind spots on where
I don't belong.
What a day
to succumb
to the confines of my eyes.
Inflamed eyes.
Without blues, I only see
through inflamed eyes
Oh my envy's evergreen
from the exchange of those you glean,
who live and love so effortlessly.
I'm too hopeless to partake
in a chinwag my jaw will break,
but you people do it so much better than me.
The sounds, you orchestrate.
It's music to my ears.
I
Well my nostrils have become all blown out
And my heart's been broken in two too many times
'cause I am just a waste of pity, hoarding goodwill off the city
And I spent all my money on a change of dimes.
The cracks on the sidewalk fade and re-split on the side of my face.
And if I had any grace, I'd step up and right out of this place.
Oh, the devil flicked my switch at light speed,
Then he blessed me in fumes, and then set me to flames.
When I was on the battleship, catapulting lip,
I was cast away, trepidation which could never be feigned.
It left a wound on my scars, as deep and as far as the underground lakes.
I began to shrive
Easier Said Than Done by 12thCenturyFox, literature
Literature
Easier Said Than Done
Roll out of my bed,
Then dose off on the floor.
I ain't done with dreamin'
No matter how late in the morn'
It's so much easier said than done.
I'm a full time procrastinator
A committed time waster.
I'd stretch the day out with some chores,
But I'm an impatient little soul.
It's so much easier said than done.
I've conned myself into a comfortable life.
I'm overdue for some heavy loaded strife.
When panic calls, I'll put my life on hold.
And ignore what my good mother told.
She says "Baby get out there; show the good work of the lord.
You've got to dress to impress" but all I hear is "show me who's the fraud."
But