Alpha

I’m gonna lower myself to alpha

Let somebody else be the battering ram

Praying in my supulchre

Steadily pulling apart my hands

Readily slip into culture

A powerful force with a list of demands

Follow the rail for the rest of the day

Ready and saddled at 7/2

I’ve been terribly homesick

Looking for space in the middle of time

Imagining horrible vultures

Shutting things down and stepping in line

I haven’t felt this good ever at all

Never since I was buried in lime

Lower your hands 

We’re just having a word

No I don’t want it

Think I’ll go and put the kettle on

Clattering life assaults ya

The words won’t come like they did

On demand

Decades spin by in a heartbeat

Galaxies wink from a grain of sand

All of this over your shoulder

Everything left like a beckoning hand

Netting and quilts and needles

A narrative weave of invisible strands

I’ve been terribly heartsick

Pushing down everything churning inside 

Nobly blocking the answers

Wrestling running and staying and pride

Spinning eye watching from above as I fall

Down to the soft plush funeral hall

Get a grip man take a look at it all

Grab it with both hands

Go and put the kettle on