Isabelle Stillman - Tragicomedy

I've been hallucinating
Colliding with parked cars
A meteor assailing
Our afternoon in the backyard
Bombs in the air
Alarms and flares
Become perfunctory
Cuz when the world's at war
What's another tragedy?

I've been having dreams
Running for my life with glee
Ain't Freud's psychology
It's just the life we lead
The sun still shines
In our bloodshot eyes
We laugh as the gas leaks
When the world does slapstick
That's just good comedy

I'm learning the scene
Watching harnessed angels meeting gravity
Not knowing which mask is meant for me
When the world presents tragicomedy

A man from the TV
Will have his way with us
Partisan autopsies
Now ain't that just too much?
Our parts weren't meant
To be so twisted
But God is on a spree
Staging all our flaws
From the director's seat

I've painted my cheeks
I'm dancing for the angles as they bleed
How the hell are we supposed to proceed
When the world presents tragicomedy?
This most acclaimed tragicomedy

Written by:
Isabelle Stillman

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