this vast divide

how did i reach the top floor of this castle
representing an unrelenting sense of pride?
now bid my dense portrayal within this hassle
off to the curator beneath this vast divide

in your pocket there is a bride
a prize for your mantel for you to dismantle
tonight, tonight, tonight
doctor jekyll, you did not realize
your fire is speckled
with bits of monster hyde
with bits of monster hyde

how did i revel at the devil's desire
to start a flame atop the stove?
i held the match, he blew his nose
and my flaming ego arose
so exposed so exposed

in your pocket there is a bride
a prize for your mantel for you to dismantle
tonight, tonight, tonight
doctor jekyll, you did not realize
your fire is speckled
with bits of monster hyde
with bits of monster hyde

provocation is to tickle
as arousal is to kindle
so show your fake colors
wear them proudly and restrain
from ever climbing up the tower
to where the castle remains
beyond this vast divide
that you cast aside

- Alexander McCurdy

all of this time in motion

all of this time in motion
to see us off
the catacombs on walls
are succumbed into the minds of drunks
all of this time in motion
i sink beneath these notions
you better send me off
before i unlock this war upon your world
and straddle down the heads of monks
i am the warden
the self-proclaimed heroine
on the tip of your tongue
in the cradle of your spoon
and by midnight till noon
you'll be gone gone gone
like a baby
three months in
caught on a hanger
gone too soon
all of this time in motion
i fake the songs of june
brought them down to words
spoken yet unheard
by the birds and water loons
so i herd you in like cattle
to escort you into battle
i am the slippery snake
i slither and snape
and rape and rattle
contagious cattle
to bedazzle the devil
who maybe may be
the spawn or baby
hooked from your womb
all of this time in motion
i resided in your tomb
but i was not safe
i was not sound
i was merely consumed

- Alexander McCurdy

"The Alex Show" UPDATE

CANCELED

A Simple Safety Equation

A pedestal rests on the shoulders of a cage, rounded at the top and easily mistaken for a base. One cannot place anything upon it. Any contents will slip right off and under the fail-safe and into the realm of No One Truly Knows. Fail-safe. What a peculiar word. Dissect it, and see it as an oxymoron - unless we are taking it for its actual use: a secondary system to backup the primary system in case of failure. "Better safe than sorry," one might say, but I would not agree. No, safety has a limit, and if one were to make, say... a third backup system, then "safe" would automatically become "paranoid." Fail-paranoid. As stupid as it sounds, that is more like it. So long, oxymoron! More like a poly-moron. It is a simple equation, really:

safe + safe + safe = paranoid

Being cautious keeps you safe, and safe can be good, but paranoia is not as pleasant.

-afm

The Lilac Forest

Safe within the warmth of a white backdrop,

A family of lilacs are drawn black.

Stems are tangled from a bird's eye angle,

And the comforting forest turns its back.

In correlation to the sudden switch,
The light and darkened patterns are reversed,

But the flowers have grown all on their own
In two-dimensional towers dispersed.

How cool is the side which so blackened by
The calm of the night and reach of the sky
To pierce through the eye of the bird who flies
Above the insides of a lantern slide?

Arise from the dirt, young lilacs, transcend!
Surprise the forest, or profess our end.

- Alexander McCurdy