New Cavedweller album out.

congenial demands
by diy danna

Picking up the pieces of rubble from a broken

seashell while on holiday with the husband

who demands to know what you are thinking-

about the life you once led as a missionary

assuming the position as a humble servant

and kneeling before the alter of self-righteousness

and political machinations – character assassinations

that end when you snuff out that demanding voice

of conscience. The reason tells you it is not love

but a hormonal imbalance that tricks four pounds-

not kilograms – of wrinkled gray matter

that is smoothed and smothered by affection.

His demands are simple – tell him what you are thinking.

But your arresting thoughts are held behind bulbous eyes

that scan the shoreline plotting the next escape from the

escarpment – with a leap into the ocean – A New Awakening!

You swim until you grow weary and submit

to the congenial demands of the wrinkled gray liquid matter -

once an ocean of wrong choices and regret,

now a euphoric honeymoon sea of possibility.