walton, walton

they can’t get it, can they?

all tethered to the same place

walton, walton,

severed from the gangplank

suffering the same fate

walton, walton.





rotten core of the world

around you unfurls,

setting up shop

stacking limbs to chop

they leave it up to chalk

walton, walton.





I had a dream once that I remembered your reason,

sacrosanct and hallowed, mouths depleted;

no cradle for the babe, left alone

and litigated. purpose for which the brain is

tailored. a paradox you hated. I can find

the thread and be its gaoler. use your head

now, walt, you’ll have no savior. a flaw

fundamental, raised in impatience, you saw true

the miscarriage of information.

you shed no tears.





for why should you think only of law?

what is the definition of a scholar?

who can be made an automaton?

what then, to do with the Questions?





why is it my fault?

why do people lie?

why do they think me unseeing?

why do they ignore the depths of it?

why do they misattribute to meaningless externals?

why am I wrong for asking?

why must I be punished?

why am I alone in this?

why does nobody understand?

why can’t I just be okay?





a hard thing to explain to a boy who knows only mind

and whose heart is boxed in mahogany;

who knows only to think, to prod and pull,

to analyse and describe in terms absolute;

who knows only answers, to seek and find

salience in his trough of tomes.





if he has not been loved, then there must be no love.

if he has not been understood, then understanding must be

a phantom. it must all be a trick, a scam,

the coordinated rambling of sycophants

forming a fabricated web of intangibles.

that to be in relationship should be nourishing, that there

is such a thing as a caring other, that their joy

is genuine…

falsehood. the boy screams foul play.

there is no data to suggest this.

he has only seen mention.

he has certainly never felt it.





walton, walton

if it’s true,

and the one misled was actually you,

then boy, oh boy, it must be hard,

the rotten core within your heart,

for all you’ve known is absolutes,

you’ve not been shielded by your youth,

place yourself within this frame,

for someone must take up the blame.





walton, walton.

heavy is the head who bears his name.





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