"Untitled Song Of All"
by Scott McLean
Lines made matter
of fact, matter flattened
cut like cookies
with the top of a drinking glass
baked to a perfect fake tan
you're open to variety, you say
of galaxies that spun sideways
you're a long gone pan
used to pull gold dust
from a billion light years ago
You go up and I go down
tell someone for the record
we made some yummy taffy
and it wasn't all that bad
we're still in the okay mode
of life's the best when we go slow
not that we're in danger
of speeding past the future
I heard we came from back then
lips are tight: that our ancestors didn't walk upright
I'm not embarrassed
not that I believe
we evolved the way we're told
maybe this is only fiction
from the future found on a back shelf
in a book billions of years ancient, old-old
Old, a book that gave root to a tree
birth in turn, turning out all we be.
Note: Written by Scott McLean tonight, about an hour ago. Lots of ideas and various themes all mixed together here.
by Scott McLean
Lines made matter
of fact, matter flattened
cut like cookies
with the top of a drinking glass
baked to a perfect fake tan
you're open to variety, you say
of galaxies that spun sideways
you're a long gone pan
used to pull gold dust
from a billion light years ago
You go up and I go down
tell someone for the record
we made some yummy taffy
and it wasn't all that bad
we're still in the okay mode
of life's the best when we go slow
not that we're in danger
of speeding past the future
I heard we came from back then
lips are tight: that our ancestors didn't walk upright
I'm not embarrassed
not that I believe
we evolved the way we're told
maybe this is only fiction
from the future found on a back shelf
in a book billions of years ancient, old-old
Old, a book that gave root to a tree
birth in turn, turning out all we be.
Note: Written by Scott McLean tonight, about an hour ago. Lots of ideas and various themes all mixed together here.
