i have always claimed

i have always claimed that fate is a game
that the fish's no use when Roe is the name
that the Gothic style will prevail as a school
as a skill to ditch the shots but still look cool
i am sitting at window, in the window's aspen
i had loved a few. but till dust and ashen

i believed that the forest's just a part of billet
and there's no need for whole girl when you just can get kneed
and that from the dust of the ages tired,
Russian eye will rest on Estonian spire
i am sitting by window, i washed the dishes
i was happy here, but i have ditched it

i had wrote that the floor's terrified by bulb
that the love, as an act, is lacking a verb
than Euclid was clueless, that coming down on cone
things are claimed not by void but by Father Time
i am sitting by window, recalling my youth
feeling alternately engrossed and amused

i declared that leaf destroys the bud
and that seed that's fallen into bad ground
won't sprout, and that a glade and a meadow
is the onanism case, under Nature's shadow
i am sitting by window, embracing my knees
in my heavy shadow's company

my song was always utterly void of tune
so no wonder no choir can do this 'croon'
and that this sort of speeches bring no reward
of anyone's legs wrapped around my throat
i am sitting in darkness; like a rapid train
behind wavy drape sea rattles insane

second rate era's citizen, proudly
second rate merchandise i admit to be
very best of my thoughts, and to next incarnations
i present them as a remedy for suffocation
i am sitting in darkness, and it's no worse
in my room than darkness obverse