Deliver us from the life that has given to rest the only thing imaginable:
Terror and time. Magic mayhem, the words are private yet balanced,
They want to struggle for life, created equal, for and against.
Revel in urgency and then cease, a monotonous task for most.
Made steady, curtains to veil this under-appreciated tone of remorse.
This is the cause and effect relation, magic mayhem, I like it when
Praise shall be sung and actions soon follow.
It was the only thing stopping me from a night of pure, sadistic deal making.
Figureheads gone awry
Go figure. Wilted, magic mayhem, wilted.
This is the form one takes after perverse and tired laughter,
This moment of shine, in spite of a dubious smile –
A moment in sync with all those who want it to be, magic mayhem,
You are my shining star.
A year later, or years later, in this decade, a century ago,
To hither, to remain as once was spoken in typical fashion,
Lighting a cigarette is not easy anymore, nor is permanent ways.
Magic mayhem, the dirt has gotten on my leather boots, the straps have come undone.
Having posted letters to the wrong address,
To pass the time and see where things end up, having lied,
Going to the beach today,
There will be magic mayhem in the water, and then it will float away.
Lively living, in a dance hall surrounded with merriment,
See all these patrons go by? They mean it when they go by.
Living like linchpins , like lilacs - you see this odd chain of repetition concur;
Or less, likely, lavish in décor.
Magic mayhem. Like sores beneath your tongue after a hard days rest.
Loosen up, see things come and go, in, out, penchant, not real, forever, but
Unforgiving, scrupulous, deny a luxury, happenstance , all the way, real time love, let go.
the raincoats are dripping with a certain kind of dash today.
Oh magic mayhem, the memories.