Anathema (Time Machine)

Anathema (Time Machine) |
Song 206: Anathema (Time Machine) |
aka Anathema |
written 8/21/2020 at 10:52 AM EDT |
by Cano |
A=432Hz |

Anathema we jaunt upon the Earth/We fritter life and death from out birth/With mirth our foolscap and worth/Is dearth and shallowly unearthed/The sonatina sozzled spurious/And furiously furled the dreaming world/Twirled and swirled and curled a golden pearl/Exasperating and intelligently burled/I built a time machine with some stones in the yard/Now I can’t get back and the grass is all chard/The time between the interregnum/A jitney hasted and frowned at a crumb/The illusion is sincere and it’s me/The dreamer sees and conceives reality/Grandiloquence and with much pomp/Circumstantial dipsomaniacs’ romp/Ax stack wax stash a maniac/The trolls contrived to make the people whack/I built a time machine with some stones in the yard/Now I can’t get back and the grass is all chard/I piled them up before they started to float/I left a note. Here’s what I wrote:/Commonsensical adrift in the monsoon/It’s a boon for the the dunes upon the moon/If I ever take you for a joy ride/The grawlixes will be tied and dyed/I built a time machine with some stones in the yard/Now I can’t get back and the grass is all chard/I piled them up before they started to float/I left a note. Here’s what I wrote:/I built a time machine and now I can’t get back/I’m just a rhyme. I’m just a ghost of a crime