Only One Who Knows...

Fluorescent bulbs dangle hanging
Greased carpet stains askew
Passages of Biblical verse
Pass for literature nouveau
The regular drunk is wandering
His trip is in his stance
After burn of a cigarette light
Passing souly his last romance
The patrons green and red exclaim
As his senses he forgoes
The crowded bar is reaching
For hes the Only One Who Knows

Virgil's words guide onward
To Purgatory, Hell or Home
Liquid amber lies shimmering
Amassed wealth shared alone
Fleeing the night cries Fyodor
"White nights be untamed,
Fools, friends and lovers,
And those without a name"
Listless falls the pages
In darkness their letter shows
Writer of these million tomes
Is he the Only One Who Knows?

Sunsets floating to horizon
Naked skies have twilight shame
Clothes littering the balconies
Of this there's plenty to blame
Casting aside His players
"Iago, Rodion, come, lets go
The playwright begging all
"Be there for our next show
So the theaters kept, iris wept
"Come, before him we shall bow
For surely of us all
He is the Only One Who Knows

At the secret crypt of shadows
Lays the ladder that Jacob saw
Broken promise of coming back
On friendship was his own law
Least saving grace lies jointly
At humbled meeting knees
And legions of forgiveness
Is not likely to please
So Jacob looks upwards
Is death an easy way to go
Truly this was the man forsaken
Perhaps the Only One Who Knows

Instance and chances dawn us
By Pavlov's howling grace
Embittered with false memories
Avoidance to save ones own face
He sings the body electric
Whitman, Kerouac, who cares?
Dead poets invade upon him
His doggerel soul he bares
Looking upon him you would think
He ponders in some deeper lows
His words are always far to less
Could he be the Only One Who Knows?

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Now follow them further screaming
As each and every man does lose
Borges lurks in the garden
Like flowers, friends he must choose
His tulips have gone out of season
His roses frayed in warm despair
And all his words, they aren't enough
For anyone to come and share
So come one, come all today
Borges down mystical river rows
Paddling across the Sien
To the Only One Who Knows

So the night covers everything
Darkness sees through it all
Justice mocks the Trial judge
As blinded wanders Saul
This Kafkaesque existence
Demands that sentence be met
And upon bitter reminiscent
His confession reeks regret
So light the executioners torch
Before the morning snow
The touch of white purity
Not for the Only One Who Knows

Brothers and Sisters do unite
The saviours message carries on
Songs of love, longing, laughter
Must cease and be forlorn
Messrs Martin and Waters protest
Time and Trouble yet be dealt
While Sartre and Camus' lies
Surely eclipsed and rarely felt
With meaning upon meaning inferred
Seeds borne but never sowed
Arise truth, arise I say
For he is the Only One Who Knows

So piling on the books I saw
Him stumbling through those doors
Like a sailor locked away from sea
On still earths deathly shores
With words on words he mustered
With words the pain shall cease
In drug addicted insanity
Death maybe the final release
He flung the doors of old saloon
Your goodbye still safely stowed
Lest you be the one hes waited for
The Only One Who Knows