The Faux Pas Press #36: NOIR

25 June 2010

The Faux Pas Press #36

By Jason Fresh

NOIR

do you want to hear the truth?

do you want to hear the truth?

my feet are aligned
fighting the years of terror
wrought by non-ergonomic chairs
and knee-bending supplications
to a god
who taught me to say please
but didn’t really care
now
at the edge of a new humanity
at the apex of the peak
at the point of a star where
the earth and the heavens meet
at the edge of a cliff I stand
and the cliff is ready to awaken me
reminding me of half-opened plans
and parents chubby clans
that say I have forsaken thee
so
I walk into the night
and I ask
where will you go
when all the bodies that you’ve slain
are face down on your kitchen floor
what will you say when all the sailors
that you’ve fucked have
sailed so far away
and I hope and I pray
that there’s a cozy place in hell
where the devil lets you stay
you’re need to control me
has led you astray
why can’t you see that
your hair is turning gray
and you’ll probably see
an early grave
if you keep behaving in this way
you’ll probably see an early grave
you mistake all the pieces of bliss that you are and you
try to reach the day with out walking through noir

you’re spending all my sweat and blood
you stole from my account,
you write a check with a broken pen
that’s now begun to bounce
the tragedy and the comedy
have sent you all the cues
I wrote the play we’re acting in
and you wrote the bad reviews
and now you blame the energy
I’ve stolen from the gods
I won’t be your disciple
I won’t join your ugly cause
won’t go to your Jerusalem
and lie down in the streets,
won’t site your verse of holiness
and the saints I ain’t going to greet
the images are burnt
into the valleys of my fear,
I try to push them all away
but they keep coming near,
the water is like the harshest words
that leave me broken down,
I try to swim to get some air
but oh I’m gonna drown,
you’re racing cars to get them fixed
and then you watch them burn,
you act like you are listening
but you’re wait for your turn,
you drop the moon to grab some stars
and act like you’re doing fine,
you eat the grape
and drink the wine of
apothecary vines,
the sun makes no apologies
so pay homage to the earth
I’ve been waiting on the sweetest verse
to finally prove my worth
I walk the length of madness
to invite the newest choice,
I walked along the fabric’s fold
to finally find my voice
so don’t question my intentions
and relieve me of my debt,
the payment that you think you’re owed,
you’re never going to get,
you sing a dirge of sadness
all along a cursed day,
so make all your concessions
all the things you want to say

my feet are aligned fighting the years of terror
wrought by non-ergonomic chairs
and knee-bending supplications to a god
who taught me to say please
and didn’t really care
now at the edge of a new humanity
at the apex of the peak,
at the point of a star where the earth
and the heavens meet,
at the edge of a cliff I stand,
and the cliff is ready to awaken me,
reminding me of parents chubby-clans
and half-opened plans
that say I’ve forsaken thee
so I walk into the night
and I ask
where will you go when all the bodies
that you’ve slain are lying down
on your kitchen floor,
what would you say
when all the sailors
that you’ve fucked
have sailed so far away,
and I hope and I pray
that there’s a cozy place in hell
where the devil lets you stay,
your need to control me
has led you astray,
why can’t you see your hair
is turning gray
and you’ll probably see
an early grave,
if you keep behaving in this way
you’ll probably see an early grave
you mistake all the pieces of bliss that you are,
you tried to reach the day
without passing through noir