RC Weslowski

If it can be said the world has a soul
Then it’s ruptured
From our hearts
To the way our Gods love us
As if they know they’re already dying
And they’re determined to drag us down with them

And just like a flagpole in winter
Demanding our affection
We’ve stuck our tongues to their ancient religions
Leaving us dumb struck and blinded
By the eye cons of the icons
That have kept our hearts from seizing the truth

But what that truth is I don’t know. I have
No answers to definitively give. I have enough
Trouble on my own deciding
Which day is garbage day following a statutory holiday

The rules of this world make little sense
To me every day brings more reasons
To not care, for us to remain in our caves
Feral, angry and feeling abandoned
Unwilling to rise and terrified to shine
In a kingdom that we feel lost in and abused by

But the thing about a king is this
At its best, royalty is novelty
At its worst, it’s oppressive
And our love has got to be more impressive than that

So brothers and sisters and the
Magnificent in betweeners
Let’s be moved by the ooh and wowed by our awe
Let’s bathe in the mystery
Of the wonder of the blunder that created us
The cosmic giggle that leaves us laughing and asking what
Are we doing here, who’s driving this bus?
I don’t know, and neither do they who say that they do
From the Ayatold-you-so’s and the Vatican’t-do-that’s
So what’s a sacrilegious trickster to do? Well why not
Try on a new shoe to see if it fits
So between you and me
I posit this pickle, I float out
This feather

Let’s not get it
Together

You and I, me and we, let’s build
A sacred union of confusion
A family of the flummoxed and flabber-gassed
A perpetual party of the puzzled and perplexed
A beautiful band of the befuddled and bemused
Blathering a grand and boisterous bafflegab
Poets wide eyed, slack jawed and drooling
On the carpets of convention
Slapping our foreheads with vigor and distinction

Let’s not get it
Together

This is your permission to slip to be human
Not horrible the pressure’s off
We don’t understand, we’ll never figure it out
There’s no more worry as to whether or not
We are beautiful enough
For the gods we’ve created
Denying our perfection and grasping
At flaws to prove the world right
That we’re wrong

So join me and let’s go skinny dipping
In the river of creation
Inquisitive salmon asking the most
Embarrassing questions
I surrender myself
In awe and devotion

Let’s see what happens
When the wheels come off
Let’s not get it
Together
Tonight