Chapter X

Shhh…!
Shhh – Quiet..!

Caution, ○ caution ○
Tape closes off the scene, ○
To warn outsides, this
Is MÝ life, beware!
Be ○ wary, for it
ís infused with
Ev’ry grain of
Paradise !

The inspiration ○ shimmers in
The sky
Àt ○ Lan ○ càster
Àt ○ Lan ○ tìs
My – Neverneverland

We are the lost boys
We are the lost girls
No, no …… that’s wrong
We are –– ○ lost.
We are lost
So we dance!

As they did ○ in the glory
Of my mind’s life
As they did ○ in 1762
As they did ○ last year
As they did ○ yesterday
Decked out in drag

My hear dangles on a thread
Shot through with electric blue
Every year ○
I watch a thousand sad stories
In my mind’s eýe, ○ a thousand
Black flowers explὄde into butterflies
Drowned in tears while burning with joy

And I scream into the night ○
YES! I SEE!
And I believe in rock’n’roll
And music be the crumbs ○ for
My famished soul!

But the songbirds, immortal,
of Keats and Shelly scream
“You’re never gonna make it lad!
Your hope’s a folly dream!”

And I scream back! ○ –

“Kubla Khan may have drunk the milk of paradise
But he never tasted this!”

“And if I cannot stay Forever Young!
–––– I’m sure as hell gonna try!”

I love CTY. And I love the Passionfruit.