The Monument

In the middle of the city they erected a giant watertap

A monument by a renowned artist.

Public reaction was mixed:

"Waste of money if you ask me" said Jack-the-stereotype

"It'll be covered in slime in no time" said the Puppet

"One cannot hide behind false pretences, it's solidity masks its true value" said the Actor

"A technological achievement" said the Professor

"One has to empty one's self of pre-conceived ideas and confront the subject matter as a Cavalier would confront his worthy opponent, then my analogy will; I am sure become apparent" said the Artist.

Plans to erect a whole series of monuments are already underway.

The Town Council has approved of the plans, and the Planning Commission will probably give its decision sometime next week.

I am but an existence within this vast contingence of life.

I hesitate for the moment

For the moment demands attention

I feel existence rising and surging within my veins

The flesh demands attention the flesh.

You are simply buried beneath your skin

The huge billowing sacks beneath your eyes

Like eggs

What a catastrophy

What a waste

What a burden on your face.

My hair is falling out

I'm foraging amongst the locks

I could pull out every strand and watch them fly away into existence

And I would be content.

For what I have lost is only a part of me that died previously.

Every morning I wake up to a new face

And I wonder 'is this familiar ?'

The whole world has changed !

And the wallpaper has become stained even more.

It's time you spruced up your words son

"Okay Pine, I mean fine, how shall I do that ?"

Well go into the forest climb the highest tree,

Then come down again.

When you reach the bottom chop it down,

Y'know using one of them motorised saws that has chainbrake on it.

"Why chop it down?".

To make paper for you write more of those stupid poems on.

So when you think you've  finally found your truth

Climb up a ladder

And stand upon your roof

Then gaze upon the world that's waiting below

Are you feeling small Feeling insecure.

Please tell me why

With all creation below

We watch the ripples we create

With the stones we throw.

Please tell me why

With all of Heaven above

We cannot find peace on Earth

We cannot find the love.

It is clear to me that the sky is mottled with clouds

My eyes supply many of these clouds

But many clouds exist beyond my eyes.

Dark clouds are sign of forboding

Of transition

Perhaps even a shift in thought.