The Womb is Right Side Up

The Womb is right side up

When we are formed

Upside down

And everything here

Is backwards

Forwards

Rolling counter clockwise

Invert the theory

Of relativity

Things are taller

If they are smaller

Thin is wide

Out inside

Blatantly obvious

The vague and obscure

The exposed

Is well hidden

Goodness is forbidden When down is up

Why it's doubtful

Why all dogs go to heaven

The Womb is inside out

A room spacious as the sky

And the world so closed

without a view

little space unbreathable tomb

nothing much to do

I am you

You are you, and I am you

The womb's water

A bloody shade of blue

And all that's leaking

Impossible to seep through

As you fall in and I fall out

A place where no one hears

You when I shout

The Womb is topsy turvy

An ocean to frolic about

A kiddy pool with a deep end

And shallow drain

Around the bend

A heart below a heart

And umbilical brain

That teases quizzically

Loves us metaphysically

Starts when it's over

Buries us at our peak

The sand ate us to bones

And when slapped

Only a protest squeak 

Of wet wanderer

Descending

By DJ McNally   2000

Why don't you write

Why don't you write as much anymore, not that you haven't before but it is easier than you would think. Unless ideas don't flow naturally, like the water in a river. Trap upon a log of misconception the words stuttering out blurting a spur of intoxicated ramblings, the drunken buffoon before a typewriter, saddened by his lonely tests for finding words. Not now will you hear them before you. But to himself only hears the audible drip scraped onto the ears of a dear. Words of rippled stifling, a sudden eagerness to drop off into the sunset; carried through distance of truly remarkable vividness; an audible mastery of the sences, combined with beutifuly tantalizing yet delibarate orafaces.

We jump scene, now not so simply will this situation end, nor will it puff its plume into your face. Given the past calamity was intended to be much more severe, what with the alteration to the impartial mentality, a calm drowsiness set in and was only at first causing my alter ego to begin his routine of drama vexation, a multipurpose meta-formation inclined it's dual performance mega-mutual Pollination on both of the fusion tacktics.

What was meant by coming here we thought to ourselves, might have been nice 10,000 years ago, but now its only a playground for kids we feel don't have the proper views in life; i do suppose maybe they have not had glimpse of them yet, but by now come on. Descend down now into a cavernous cultural capital ridden of murals by its own locality, once prized and accredited now fallen and forgotten. The future is dim for lovers that will sleep after sipping, in the day time.