Post by darkaus on Jul 31, 2008 14:15:55 GMT -8
If wishes were fishes and fishes were swans,
and swans became tigers and lashed their tails,
and tigers turned tortoise, and tortoise ate pecans,
and with a small twist became great killer whales,
Well then,
the whales would swim north with the spoon and the cup to where fishes were wishes and wishes raised quail.
Then the whales would pitch pails and make sails of green kelp that they’d lash ‘cross the shells of a great fleet of snails.
And they’d sail on the sea and the sea would turn pink, and the sky would sink down so the cow could jump over.
And the cow, high in space with a smile on her face, would cry; Peter pan! Boy blue and Red-Rover come over!
Then all cross the world there would be a great shout, and people would dance and sing songs without words;
And above them up high all their dead in the sky would rejoice, “Hallelujah!” and twitter like birds.
Then the fires down below would be put out with snow, and the demons would freeze up from forked toe to lobe.
So the world, now rejoicing, and giving great voice would spin round like a marble and crack down it’s globe.
You see…
If Planets were marbles, great marbles of glass,
and they tried to be kites they’d be lost in the trees,
If they tried to be beacons they’d slowly burn out,
If the world was a whisper it would fade in the breeze.
. . .
Author's note: I wanted to do something specific here, and show the rhymes and hopes and fantasies of childhood fade into the cares of the real world, and the acceptance that reality is final and often cruel. A gradual disillusionment, or something like that.
and swans became tigers and lashed their tails,
and tigers turned tortoise, and tortoise ate pecans,
and with a small twist became great killer whales,
Well then,
the whales would swim north with the spoon and the cup to where fishes were wishes and wishes raised quail.
Then the whales would pitch pails and make sails of green kelp that they’d lash ‘cross the shells of a great fleet of snails.
And they’d sail on the sea and the sea would turn pink, and the sky would sink down so the cow could jump over.
And the cow, high in space with a smile on her face, would cry; Peter pan! Boy blue and Red-Rover come over!
Then all cross the world there would be a great shout, and people would dance and sing songs without words;
And above them up high all their dead in the sky would rejoice, “Hallelujah!” and twitter like birds.
Then the fires down below would be put out with snow, and the demons would freeze up from forked toe to lobe.
So the world, now rejoicing, and giving great voice would spin round like a marble and crack down it’s globe.
You see…
If Planets were marbles, great marbles of glass,
and they tried to be kites they’d be lost in the trees,
If they tried to be beacons they’d slowly burn out,
If the world was a whisper it would fade in the breeze.
. . .
Author's note: I wanted to do something specific here, and show the rhymes and hopes and fantasies of childhood fade into the cares of the real world, and the acceptance that reality is final and often cruel. A gradual disillusionment, or something like that.
