Words from the mind of Marcus Byron Cheney

Month: April, 2008

jen is aqua.

We the poor
are roads
to pave over
stairs to climb on
the pure hearts
and zealots
we shall overcome
after this commercial break
fists of iron turn glass
clobbering glass jaws
and we both are destroyed
in our struggle
to suffer
to suffer is to live
to live is to die
so pursue the apple pie
American dream
and have heaven for desert
or be a deserter
we are all destitute
so save yourself [...]

the first quarter century.

Who said we could all be space captains
and president
resident heroes with long epitaphs
gypsies princess melt in the rain
we fade to a dull mute
there are no plans for escape
we are bound to the ground we walk
eternally in debt
we sew our spirit back in the soil
to give back all that we where given
I have been sitting here
renouncing [...]

gullible

They call me chimney
it’s on account I’m always smoking
they ask me
don’t you worry about cancer
It’s not the cancer I worry about
but the lighting bolts and car crashes
grabbing me between
the apocalypse
rolling me into rapture
I find it stunningly brilliant
like the opposite of virgin snow
just another fatalistic head case
wallowing in the woods
of fictional nightmares
following the last twinkle of [...]