its that day again when
water turns ash-grey and drenches
my being into action takes
me where i suffer mid reactions

stepping out, the engulfing storm breathes
and washes the mask off my face
my feet guide me to the place
i wanna go to the
place i wanna be

3 for a ride 3 for a namesake
3 for a bump and 3 and 1 for a game sake
i switch on my ears delight
it begins, it transports

the beast within me takes over
doing the club thing
mercy as i cross the busy steps around me
like a water stream flowing against
the daunting tide

super yous seems lesser mortals
lifeless pink exteriors
red only to feel the pain
no one knows, its just me and him
a pact i have made for this life
as this is my day and all the days
that i carry it around

a pelican half pink to half stride
cautiously i manouver like a snake that slithers without a hiss
without a doubt ready to strike
if followed by one of the crowd
people in hood people in shrouds

i hear your story as you pass me
your touch seems to vomit it all out
and with my head turned now i wonder
where will you go
back to him or escape in this miasma
of tales all around

with gleaming eyes
i smell the wetness of the dirt
images conjure, maggots abound
will this wound heal faster or
will it decay like memories which are books that flip
like toys in the attic
or the dust that accumulates on that frame

the lamps have burnt up, the protesters left
banner shredding-s cover broken manifestos
for whats my world i know, but testing eyes want more
am the corporate king or so i know

the grey tar tampered with heat
now carry cleaner images of my shadow
which i don't bother to cast
as my paced feet run happy to run to you

blurry wishful moments of us?
and i wish!

but you are one of the crowd...

09/07/2009