Hejira

I'm running from the thought police,
I'm reaching for my gun,
the parasites are wriggling
and the madness has begun.
I visited the jungle once
and held onto my heart,
I never knew the reasons why
the darkness fell apart.
Oh take me to your tower
where the ruins of love exist,
I'll pound upon its broken walls
my puny little fist.
But I've no time for poetry,
no time for women's charms,
no time to light the fires of love
or feel its red alarms.
I'm running from the thought police,
I'm reaching for my gun,
the parasites are wriggling
and the madness has begun.
If everything was clear to you
would you tell me what it means
and let me enter in and feel
the wisdom of your dreams.
The sun is thin and chilly,
the dawn is bleak and cold,
the birds have ceased their singing,
my bones are sad and old.
I want my wasted limbs to feel
the power of the dance,
to fling my arms and fall into
a deep ecstatic trance.
But I've no time for dancing,
no time to dream and pine,
the day is broke, the way is up
and they are close behind.
I'm running from the thought police,
I'm reaching for my gun,
the parasites are wriggling
and the madness has begun.
- mce