Genie in a Bottle

It’s half past when what should have been
Silly Jack rabbit’s running late
As a quintessential tribunal convened
To irony out my fate
Ye stand accused of high treason
And torturing poor reason
Yes, charged with killing time
It’s bend the knee or sail the sea
And walk the plank without a rhyme

Swinging from a Gordian knot
Withered by glares of thousand mile stares
Twin imposters bound and gagged on the altar
Banished forever from both hide and hair
Sentinel waves rising and sinking
The clouds are grooving and the moon is winking
The fortunes are legion and plots are Cartesian
Arguing with oracles was none too wise
Falling through cracks and untold seasons
But like Socrates, I ain’t here to apologize

So now it’s Dublin or nothing
Those Heros, zeros, and Neros
Egos roasted at the stake
The story is left to the dreamer who knows
It’s persist or perish at the whim of the wake
Darkness spans horizons and large winds blow
Luck is easier to break than to make
The wild tides fall as fast they rose
Escaping with a splatter and a shake

Spirits in a decanter
A message in a flask
Flickering shadows answer
What the lens of senses ask
With all these splintered eyes to see
In the night lies dawn’s stark destiny
There’s a ghost in the host
As ready as I’ll never be
Yearning and returning to hopes of being free
There was a genie in that bottle
And that bottle, it was me

E=MCC unlocked by the wings of Mercury
Fabricating space-time through gravity
Synthesizing thought-bombs in the laboratory
Tell me one thing you know to be so
Get tossed by the current or become the flow
And how do you know what you don’t know?
Tell me tales of blood and bone
Conveyed in subtle variations of tone
How do you know what you don’t know?
It’s there in relief like the carving in stone

On which side of history are we now?
Port or starboard, or by and by the bow?
One blink past the last place you’d look
On the first page of an open and dusty book
The wish itself is enchanted
Taken for and being granted
Like a tease trying to keep those options open
But the essence of genius demands devotion

Spirits in a decanter
A message in a flask
Flickering shadows answer
What the lens of senses ask
With all these splintered eyes to see
In the night lies dawn’s stark destiny
There’s a ghost in the host
As ready as I’ll never be
Yearning and returning to hopes of being free
There was a genie in that bottle
And that bottle, it was me

A phantom haunts the tantrum
Moaning and groaning in psychic chains
Rudely insecure and insufferably vain
A why which applies to long forsaken pain
And who is this you? Who is this I?
Is it more than the sum of clandestine motivations
Unburied by diamond mining excavations
Revealed to be nothing more than reaction formations
An interface of inner and outer space
It’s a place to hang your hat on
Look, if we’re we’re being real about it
I is a lie, I do not exist
And yet my head must have somewhere to sit

Spirits in a decanter
A message in a flask
Flickering shadows answer
What the lens of senses ask
With all these splintered eyes to see
In the night lies dawn’s stark destiny
There’s a ghost in the host
As ready as I’ll never be
Yearning and returning to hopes of being free
There was a genie in that bottle
And that bottle, it was me

January 10, 2025. Category: airlift, Word Jazz.

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