Intentionally or Not it's Never a Choice

 Where were you all? The broken skulls, empty minds,
scarred scars and blackened hearts with extended index fingers
all should of been here tonight. You missed the show.

roll up, roll up, watch a man turn into poultry
roll up, roll up, watch a man turn....


There is no real technique, just a dogged determination
to fall with the greats in armour and the nobodies, off the atlas -
and each blue star bleeds emerald fire
for the choices of the fickle worldlings, but don't tell
the stars just how close I came to being the dullest supernova.


Death pressed his beak to my nose, refused my hand
to let me gaze upon the black placid sea beyond his socket
and as I shrugged off his eyeless gaze the water became amniotic.
I burst out the membrane gasping, snapping at the air, clutching.


roll up, roll up, watch a chicken weld the egg
roll up, roll up, watch a chicken weld....


Nobody ever wants to drown; drowning cannot be a choice,
so each blue star spits blue flame, knowing, we are all the same.