drain my dreams
and wound my wishes
stain my sink
with dirty dishes
where the mad god
blindly fishes
time and space
and nothing after
drowning in the
shadow laughter
echoing from door
to rafter
can it really be so cold
and empty
here where truth is told
in bales of papers
left unsold
there's no light
at the tunnel's end
no tunnel either
and, my friend
no way to tell
which way to bend
sleep now
till the morning brings
another pair of golden wings
to wear
until the evening sings
dream now
may the lesson be
not gentle
nor too cruel to see
the truth that burns
will set you free
wake now
where the lies are told
repeated
underlined and bold
our hearts are dead
our eyes are cold
and nothing said
too many words
polluted river
full of turds
we killed the bees
we shot the birds
wound my wishes
drain my dreams
undo my deeds
unpick my seams
where the mad god
blindly screams
Sing The Sun by Wayne Myers