singing i'm in love with a woman

the will wonders
by Matt Freire

hello
vibrations echo on metallic cold ones and zeros
splash
the soft sweaty sound of a lost boat rower
silence
static channels mute the reality
answer
it’s out there or is it in front of me?

and where is
the head bone
that is connected to the
retractable arm synapse controlled by cockpit
laser guided coordination biblical
instrument panels short circuit and get rewired
bypassing the mainframe
re-frame the rise of the heart beat
watching countless hungry heads nod whisper and judge
to what they think should be
not to be done up by factious foundries
a swarm gathers armed and ferrous
falsely flattered with cock and bull rhetoric
the prophecy was written a thousand three hundred and seventy one years ago in a book now burned
that no one read
because a woman wrote it

and she was found to be the weight of a goose
and like witches found in that time she burned
but she actually couldn't read or write
she was just in the wrong time
working in the wrong job
clothing the dead
dressing them up presentable
and on one day she was redressing a dead man
who jumped up to declare
the sky is falling
the sky is falling
the sky is falling because men are pushing on it from above
and fire will not change minds

and one eyewitness turned into several
and the news spread like disease
and she was thought to be a witch
calling out they did
scolding
chastising
not letting dead men be dead men
she’s evil
she unnatural

but really she exclaimed he was not dead in the slightest
he was just knocked out drunk
but men in those times didn't speak the same language as women
and she was bound and burned

and a noble man’s cries could be heard in these times
singing i'm in love with a woman
i am in love with a most wonderful woman
she is the heat that started the sun
the wind that controls the tides
if i lost her i would shortly die
because i
i am in love with a woman
i am in love with a most wonderful woman
i am just waiting for the day when we are introduced

and the glass is left indecisive

countless heads bob in cataclysmic reverberation
a squint of events dancing indiscriminate
the blast in the street wakes the dreamers
and seeing contorts believing
and the deaf start hearing screams and misfortune
the sighted go blind by callous peers
scabs build on scabs
as gritting teeth operate the controls
new games are played by rules no one is informed of

the needs now become undistinguished by the passing of time
the air saturated by polluted nostalgia
old fads blossom
the future mirage the past
and more time elapses into
eye score
carpel tunnel
and ecstasy overdose