The well

Head hung low,
Wrist slapped in words,
Sent me slow,
Creeping me forwards.

Entered my disability,
Pail light of sunshine,
Reflected in frailty,
Made to hide sublime.

What is parental guidance?
In obscene science,
Sloppy word dance?
Owns our times.

Who’s the judge?
Where’s the justice,
Who pulled the rug?
Out from amongst us?

We didn’t know,
We didn’t recall,
What stopped the flow?
From the well once and for all…………

Fennigan T 5.23.11

In my red sunset of heavens rhapsody

“To be or not to be” is what the ol boy said,
Well fuck remembering the dead,
Give em a toast,
Then let them be compost,
Take my cue,
Living souls are what to do,
Love one then love another,
Love your self along the way,
Forget the path of material sway,
Swallow nature and spew peace,
Spread your love like a fucking disease,
Well not like an STD but you know what I mean,
Lets get off it,
Lets get in on,
Lets move this planet right along,
To the end of its beginning and back again,
Crumble in the cities,
Crumble in the towns,
Watch with me as it all comes down,
Dabbling on the outer edge of calamity,
Rattling caged nerves of insanity,
In my red sunset of heavens rhapsody…………
Fennigan T 5.20.11

In impression

A smear
A smudge
A fear
A grudge
A longing
A desire
A watching
A fire
A sweep
A song
A reap
A wrong
A memory
A dream
A fantasy
A stream
A lesson
In impression......

FenniganT 5.19.11