This Is Not



You lie calm on the carpet
With your hand upon my knee
You say "What gives?" but I say nothing
'Cause nothings not what you don't need

You stand barefoot on the linoleum
Peering through into my brain
Past the cobwebs, past the tennis courts
Past the laundry dangling in the rain

   This is not what you saw on the television
   This is not what you heard on the radio
   This is not what you read in the paper
   This is not what you don't know

Night falls gently on the prison
Poppies blossom 'neath the tree
Pick a piece of recycled paper
Press it pretty and then say please

See the reflection in the puddle
That's my image on the ground
Come you people stare in wonder
Come you people gather round

   This is not what you saw on the television
   This is not what you heard on the radio
   This is not what you read on the magazine cover
   This is not what you don't know

Trip a light spare and spastic
Wear white linen gingerly
Spray Fantastic on the plastic
Cups and plates and cutlery

Night falls gently on the strip mall
Poppies blossom in the field
Nothing's sure but all's forgiven
'Cause very little is really real

   This is not what you saw on the television
   This is not what you heard on the radio
   This is not what you read in the paper
   This is not what you don't know

   This is not what you heard on the radio
   This is not what you saw on tv
   This is not what you read on the internet
   This is all that I will ever need
   This is all that I will ever need
   This is all that I 
     will ever need
©Mike Runion, 2003
3/25/03