Point Of Entry

I can pinpoint

The quoted second

I expected

Myself to change

And the delivery

Of it’s minute

As the second hand

Stood it’s gauge

And rested in

Firm resistance

Like a moment

With hope to spare

In anticipation of such

Arrogance

And eloquence

All at once

By which I was

Sworn to permanence

As the vested

Power

Of words

Ticking away at ends

By which I increase

My age

And in measure

Abide by rules

Transfixed by

Breaking laws

As I educate

My riled stance

To propel my distance

Forward

Further and

Carried onward

As the militant root

Of traditions

I’ve potted

And poured

To a boil

The way I flow

Like liquid

The way dreams

Shiver and spill

Evaporate

And turn form heat

All the workdays

And prime endeavors

Wasted

In private rains

From the climate

Of storming minds

I’ve broken

In walking laziness

Like shoes

On sandy roads

Stretched by their

Casual willingness

To mold

To the wearer’s fit

And detach their

Leathery lace

From strides

To release the soul

Or sole

Beneath its print

From hindering

Open paths

By the strangled

And quited

Strut

Admired

By the village noose

Unsettled

As the men who stayed -

Consider it

A point of entry

My detached

And impassioned speech

By the unwavering

Course

Of sorrows

I’ve measured

Sublime

And captive

Unsure

Unheard

Not reticent

But flavored in rainbow paint

As the choice perversion

Of terms

In the outspoken

And outnumbering grays

You’ve drowned

In meaningless verse

But feared

Like castrated meaning

Imbued from a sense of self

Or appointed

In psychedelic haste

The unbending will

Of libido

The stifling

Grossness of ease

Unabashed

And unconscious

In waste

But favored

So mockingly splendid

In the richness

Of unbridled truth

Or expression

Set out

To pasture.

- J. Pigno

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Many fans have interpreted the song title as a double-entendre and Alex Turner’s lyrics to be of an uncharacteristically sexual nature. The Arctic Monkeys lyricist and chief songwriter denied this interpretation of the song’s meaning to The London Times: “Absolutely not,” Turner said. “If that was a euphemism, then I wouldn’t be saying that my propeller wouldn’t spin - ‘cos you wouldn’t wanna go shouting that out, would you?” When pressed as to what the song is really about, he added: “It’s more describing a mood more than an organ. A descent. It’s about a descent.” Turner refused to elaborate any further. My Propeller - Arctic Monkeys (2009)

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