Beyond September Stadium

We're always struggling with good and evil. Struggling with truth and lies. This is merely my tale of that I suppose.

Upon the entry, the two of us have met
They told me to speak, eyes told me to hush
Within these false walls lay the facades of us
Tell me exactly why we have the sides that actually trust
Accept the criticism
Accept the deceit
Outlast the minions about
But never let the eyes meet
I stand in this epicenter
With the tension unrelenting
Provider of this time
Take me to the curb of everwinter
Jester May Court presented I with the goods.
Soot on his suit, I rendered this salute.
Bow as one should
Jester May Court presented I with the slander
Taken aback by the approach
Through the skin punctures this brooch
Streams the blood upon white
I always inflict when it would be easier for one, or both to dislike
Jester May Court presented I with the vessel
Filled with the nothing. And I have not found the proper, have not found…each and every just topple. Abyss, I feel the need to nestle.
Jester May Court presented I with a choice
Travel to foreign: trade normalcy for residency with the damsel
that erodes the nasal cavity
dissolves the brain activity
I rather disect the outer me
Jester May Court presented I with the plague
my duty to force, the portrayal
the weak, shameful, helpless and lost.
Be fake, be silent, be abiding and say
what Jester May Court has taught you to say
how Jester May Court taught you to behave
inside these walls
underneath this sand
beyond this flesh
bypartisan of man
choking on bile; eyes red from the fumes
smoke rises from the ground
no movement or stirring. Stay sleep. Echoes sound
chunks of phlegm cover then stick to the skin
Mucus worn over eyelids like thick custardy sin
syrupy sweet like honey shining on rotten meat
the maggots feast
releasing this beast to endure the slew
Jester May Court has more in store for you
Jester May Court presented I with the closure
the mirrors, the magnitude, you see my exposure
the melting, the curvature, his affection walking on air
the mirrors provide blinding
For he knows as I that the reflection is not there.

-Circa Feb ‘09