I Will Evoke Your Lightening

The black shadow of the woods left its mark on you
Or is that just moss growing on your southern side?
The birds fly over connecting the issue of time with the enlightenment of orgasm
Who would have thought that I was merely your loose button?
And the string section slowly grows, like the consciousness of the children
And the Forrest grows from the page to your hand
And the name of your neighbour is TIMOTHY
And the the trees have caught you in their blossoms
The shoe of the horse has fallen left its mark on you
Or is that merely the oil leaking from the car?
The planes fly over linking the melody of reflection with phallic memory
Who would have thought I was merely the coda?
And the steam trains build their own tracks, like the consciousness of the children
And the constellations fall to earth to claim their poetry
And the name of your fear is fear
And you can't see the blossom for the black shadow of the wood
The underside of the culture has marked you
Or is that merely the tattoo of Passolini on your underside?
The names fly over you connecting blank look with blank look
Who would have thought that you are doing your best?
And the idea leaves the page and burns the hidden fog, like the consciousness of the children
And the flames reach the sea and burn for the memories of Gods we have forgotten
And you don't understand why you don't understand
And who would have thought I would have evoked lightening
To help you see the company of the crowd...