The Sandman/ The Concrete People

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A poem about a man's experience with fair-weather friends and coming terms with his individuality, demons, and false-lovers.

Submitted: January 11, 2012

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PRELUDE

Skin faced youths

Sex and all his friends

Paradise and his acoustic flute

And the end goes on

Till we can’t see it

 

And it’s better that way

 

Can’t see the world’s bad news

 

When it’s noon

The curtains fall on us

And we can’t see the moon

With a velvet sky

Silky sweet and dark is deadly

 

We can’t see color when it’s dark

And heaven can’t see faces

 

And maybe it’s better that way

 

Silky sweet and dark is deadly

 

Be he me?

 

Be I him?

 

See him now

 

Faces falling

Sky is brimming

 

Hide the light

Hide the light

 

They might take it from you

 

Forever and always

 

The day won’t become anew

 

Because when our curtain fell

 

We forget there’s night

 

And maybe it’s better that way

Because we can’t see the end

 

We don’t look for the end

The end looks for us

So let’s keep hidden

 

Behind our velvet curtains.

 

DARK

I climbed the steps towards the end

And it was a tower

And the ends always the top

Because that’s what they’d tell you

That’s what I’d tell you

 

And as I got in the voices started saying things

Saying things that flew right out of my head

And the words became a part of them

And they became a part of me

 

Well, as I climbed the spiral

They always said yes

Because I always said no

And now they’re different

And they’re saying things

Saying things to hurt me

And I’m alright now

Because I’m just walking

Walking up my tower to the night

 

And at the top there’s dark

And the dark smokes a bottle

And dark takes in smoke

And it comes out of my eyes

And it comes out of my mouth

And dark speaks

Like a man in a suit would

And dark hands me the bottle

And that’s all I’d remember

 

SILENT

Silent speaking soothingly

Silent speaks inside my head

He tells me to hush up now

And people won’t start dying

My head holds me hostage

And silent tells me I’ve got to get out

And silent speaks in riddles

Because the biggest riddle is how he says these things

Without saying anything at all

 

DUSTY

Dusty speaks plainly

Because he’s got what we all need

And he won’t give it all

Because he wants to keep me on,

OH Dusty!

Speak plainly cause you’ve got what I want

Your voice is like an Angel sleeping with the Devil

And it’s just what we need

And it’s just what I want

OH Dusty!

Make the pain go away

When I’ve only ever asked for more

 

 

SANDMAN

Have you ever fallen down the wishing well?

It’s rather dark down there

And once you get in

The only wish is to get out

 

 

Concrete people

Saying silly things

And now that I’m lonely

I forget what they’ve said

And now I know it’s not important

And I know that it’s better the way it is

 

Concrete people

Saying silly things

And now that I’m lonely

I forgot whatever they said

Concrete people

Swimming around inside my head

 

Well I came to you for push and pleasure

My Concrete chums

But in the end it’s just an ass bleating at me

Telling me to watch what I say

For I’m in the Wash now

Where the cracks in the street are law

 

Oh Concrete People

When did you change?

Was it with my strange policy,

During your orgy,

To pick one partner?

 

And I’ll never want all

So I’ll just take one that’s pretty

And in the end it was the best of all

 

And in the end the pretty one left me

For she got caught up in it all

And I’ve been left here sitting

 

Isabella!

Don’t you hate these speeches?

They speak but nothing comes out

It’s almost like the statues are trying to say nothing at all

 

 

Isabella!

Don’t you hate these Concrete People?

They’ve left me behind

Swarms above

And the pigeons shit on their heads

 

And I know that you’re one of them

So I’ll just bring myself around again

 

 

So I’ll wish my way out of the Wishing Well

Keepin’ up step with all the other boys

And stay all a-line

 

Isabella!

Where’d you wander off to?

Or was it me that walked off

Or was it you

Who stood in perfect place

Always ahead of me

Oh, Isabella!

Where’d you saunder off too?

I know not the number nor the place

Because you stayed behind

And that’s made all the difference to me

Isabella!

Why don’t you ever watch the news?

 

Throw my keys away

And they were just dice

They never opened anything anyway

 

All these silly lies

About the wealth

And the sex

And the drugs

And the wealth

And the drugs

And the sex

And the beautiful men

And the beautiful girls

Who die when they’re pretty

And stick in my head when they’re dead

And in the end it’s like a puzzle

With one piece gone

 

And I’ll turn up the world looking for that piece

Because I know I left it somewhere

And I thought I saw it in the Wishing Well

 

 

 

So I’ll sneak up in your dreams

And take your sand away

And maybe I’ll be king

 

And in the end I’ll sneak inside

And take your mind away

And maybe I’ll be king

 

I’ll come back like a snake

Right out of a storybook

And the story will mean nothing

It will mean nothing at all

It was the character that had meaning

The one that I let get away

The one named after me

And I let him slide all around

And sink into the pretty faces

And cut out the edges, of my man

And stick him in the space of the missing piece

Of my puzzle

Because that’s what they’d have me do

 

They’d have me find a way!

To abject memory!

And so that’s the move that I’ll play

The concrete people

Their stares so cold

Eyes made of stone

And emotions to match

 

For we live in the Wash now!
And the cracks in the street are king!

 

Sickly sudden and without a ring

 

So says the sandman

 

And his statues

That we call people

Packaging Peanuts

Have more meaning than the sandman

 

The sandman man don’t play games now

 

I’ve let him take on what that been there before

 

Sinking low now

 

Like a rock

 

Cut out of stone

 

And there’s no more concrete

 

There’s just faces

 

The faces of the dead

 


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